Page 94 of Devious Secrets

I get up from the table so fast my chair almost topples over. The gentleman behind me grabs it before it does and straightens it for me.

After muttering an apology, I search for the restroom sign.

“That way. Just to the left of the bar.” Elana takes pity on me and directs me.

Artem is talking with someone when I pass him, but his eyes catch mine. I give him a little shake of my head when he looks ready to bound to his feet, then I hurry to the bathroom.

The bathroom is more luxurious than I’ve ever seen. This isn’t even that upscale of a restaurant. They don’t even serve dinner here.

I’m so out of my element.

And not just at this restaurant.

All of this is normal to Alexander. It’s second nature for him to have the best clothes, eat the finest foods, have a fucking tower in his mansion for his enemies.

I stare at myself in the mirror at the Alexander McQueen silk blouse and the Andrea Lieberman trousers I’m wearing. I have never in my life owned designer anything, and now everything I’m wearing has a label.

This isn’t me.

Friday night pizza and bad movies with Mira on the couch, drinking whatever wine was on sale at the grocery store—that’s me.

It’s all right.

I can’t panic.

After we deal with this Dexter Thompson problem, I’ll just have a very calm, very stern, very real conversation with Alexander.

I just need to figure out what conversation it will be.

Taking a few deep breaths and fighting off two more panic attacks, I roll my shoulders back and throw open the door to the restroom. Everything will work out.

Everything is going to be fine.

“Megan Reed? Is that you, dear?” A soft voice pulls me to the left.

I turn, but something thick and rancid smelling is thrown over my head. Before I can lash out, there’s a sharp poke in my arm.

Everything’s heavy.

And then everything goes black.

“He’s not even paying attention.” Ivan’s laugh pulls me from where my mind wandered. Imagining Megan lying across my bed, black rope tied around her wrists and ankles, spreading her body open.

“When you finally get to the fucking point, I’ll pay attention.” I shoot Ivan a look and adjust myself in my chair. If my cock gets any harder, I’m going to tear through my pants.

“The development agreements will be ready by Monday morning,” Kaz says like he’s already said it twice.

Maybe he has. I’ve been busy recalling the taste of my wife’s pussy and wondering if we could skip dinner tonight altogether. I’m sure after spending the afternoon shopping with Elana, she’s going to need some rest.

And once I’m done with her, she can have it.

“Good.” I check the time on my watch. They’ve been gone a few hours already. Any minute she’ll be home.

“The man gets married and now he can’t keep one fucking thought in his head.” Kaz shakes his head at me with disappointment. “If this is what marriage does to a man, you can count me the fuck out.”

Ivan slaps his shoulder. “You’d have to stick to one woman for more than one night in order for marriage to be a danger to you.”

“If Kaz ever settles down, I’ll give him my Cosmic Starship.” Lev doesn’t part with his motorcycles easily. Two months ago, he broke every finger on a man’s hand because he laid his hand on the bike he was riding that day.

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