Page 29 of Vow to Hate You

I glanced at the closet, a laugh bubbling from me. I couldn’t even imagine how he would react to what I did.Oh well. He thought he could control me? Clearly, he had a lesson to learn.

I straightened up, hearing the door click when it was unlocked. A second later it swung open, and Damian strode in, only to freeze when he saw me at the island. When his gaze raked down my body, I let the robe slip off my shoulder, watching heat flare in his eyes.

“You like it?” I asked, standing up and doing a little twirl. “I figured this would be what you wanted me to wear since you bought it.”

The silk robe was a rich purple, and the lingerie I was wearing was black. It was a one-piece outfit that fit me perfectly. The whole thing was only a couple straps of fabric with just enough to cover my breasts and pussy. The back was a thong, putting my entire ass on display, which he wouldn’t see unless I took off the robe.

He chuckled, raising his eyes to mine. “You can’t wear that to dinner.”

“I thought you wanted me to model the lingerie for you?”

“We don’t have time right now.” He backed up a couple steps as if purposely trying to create more space between us. “Go get changed.”

“I don’t want to go,” I told him, trying the pleasant approach first. “I’m not an employee you can order around.”

“No, you’re my wife,” he countered. “This is expected, and you know it.”

I grabbed my glass of wine before sauntering toward him, watching suspicion build on his face. “This isn’t going to work—oh, shit.”

I pretended to trip, falling into him. Like I expected, he caught me, but at the same time, my wine spilled all down his shirt and onto his slacks. He muttered a curse, but didn’t let me go until I pulled away from him.

“I’m sorry.” I feigned concern as he glanced down at his ruined suit.

His eyes cut to mine. “You did that on purpose, Natalia.”

I scoffed as I moved to set the glass on the counter. “Why would I spill wine on you?”

“To make us late for dinner.”

I turned around to see his jacket already off, and he was stripping off his shirt. I couldn’t stop myself from looking, dirty scenarios flooding my mind like they’d been since I’d seen himnaked in the shower. Why did my asshole husband have to be so damn hot?

“Twenty minutes,” he grumbled. “Get dressed.”

He stalked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. I nearly snorted, trying to hold in my laugh. He wouldn’t be going to the dinner either, he just didn’t know it yet. I heard the shower turn on, and I took time to pour another glass of wine. After taking a couple sips, I grabbed a pillow from the bed, bringing it to the couch. The blanket I’d used last night was folded, draped across the back of the couch, and I spread it out before sitting down.

Grabbing the TV remote, I made myself comfortable before finding a show to watch. Not that I was paying attention to the screen while I waited for the sound of the water to shut off. I finished my wine, setting the glass on the coffee table.

My stomach flipped when the water cut off, and I glanced at the bathroom door, wondering if this was going to piss him off worse than I planned. Too late to take it back now.

A minute later, Damian exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He spared me an annoyed glance before disappearing into the walk-in closet. I bit my lip, silently counting. He let out a yell before I got to five.

“Talie, what the fuck did you do with my clothes?” he bellowed, crossing the room before I even had a chance to get off the couch.

He stood in front of me, and I stayed sitting, flicking my gaze toward him lazily. “What do you mean?”

“My closet is completely empty,” he hissed. “Every single article of my clothing is gone.”

“No, noteverysingle thing.”

He glared at me. “Excuse me?”

“Your boxers are still in there. And your briefs.” I grinned mockingly. “What can I say? I like you being exposed for me.”

My words were the same ones he’d said last week when I found out he only bought me lingerie. From the way his jaw ticked, he remembered too.

“Where are my clothes?” he asked in a low voice.

I didn’t say a word, my amused smile widening as he looked like he was about to lose his shit. Char had come to help me, and we’d barely gotten all his clothes out before he came home. The rush was worth it to see his reaction. He was practically seething.

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