Page 66 of Exposing Adonis

I came out, beard trimmed, with a new button-down blouse and trousers. I hovered over her like a creep. But that was my privilege now. It was the advantage of having a wife - you get to look at them whenever you like and know that they’re yours. A person designated by God and society to be beside you until the end of your days.

She slept peacefully, never moving. It broke my heart to wake her and end this moment of domestic bliss. But there was no help for it.

I stroked her hair, and kissed her cheek until she stirred, gasping a deep breath.

“Love, it’s time to wake up.” I whispered into her ear.

“Mm,” she smiled, her eyes still closed. “I had the weirdest dream.”

She rubbed her nose, then her eyes as she stretched onto her back.

“It probably wasn’t a dream.” I told her, chuckling.

“Of course it was. I …” The ring on her hand sparkled in the sunlight slanting through the window and she froze.

“You’re married, love,” I said, then added for clarity, “to me.”

The last part was probably unnecessary, but I said it for my own edification. There were so many things I longed to say.

She ismywife. I amherhusband.Weare married. One day, I hoped thatwewould be parents. That we’d haveourchildren. I could refer to us as a collective all the time, because she’d be my partner in this world.

She grabbed at my shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric and curling it in her fingers. “Are you serious about all of this? Am I really your wife?”

“Yes, I don’t know how else I can convince you.” I kissed her, and her scent and taste intoxicated my senses, activating that primal, addicted part of me that sent the blood from my brain, to the other, insistent member that drove me to this woman. I pulled away from her, and looked down, my gaze traveling down that beautiful body. “Would you like me to make youfeelmarried?”

My hand went down her face, to her throat, to the valley between her breasts. She gasped again, and her mouth opened, her tongue darting out as if to taste the air between us.

Then she shook her head, getting rid of cobwebs in her brain.

“No, I mean, will you stand by me, no matter what?”

The desperation in her eyes took me by surprise. “What’s going on, wife? What’s happened?”

“If…” Her eyes darted from my eyes to my mouth, then back again. “If I knew something about one of your friends, would you … would you believe me?”

“What?” I cupped her face. “What’s wrong? What are you talking about?”

Suddenly, the door was kicked in. Alex’s giant guard strode in, his barrel chest out, and gun pointed right at my wife.

Chapter 30

Lea

Thedoorslammedagainstthe wall, the door knob broken and splintered. I jumped out of the bed, thrusting myself between Jason and Callum, my hand up to my back pocket where my butterfly knife waited.

“Where is she?” Alex came in behind his guard, his eyes filled with rage. He brandished a Glock 19 and pointed it right at my head. “What did you take, you fucking bitch?”

I stood my ground, staring past the barrel of the gun to him and his brown eyes.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, playing dumb.Fluffy mother fuckin bunny, bitches.“I thought we were friends. What’s going on?”

My fingers flexed, ready to dive for my knife, or for the gun hovering in front of my face. Whatever I did, Jason was still there. He also had a gun. I take down one, the other would take a shot. At me, or at my new found husband. The odds weren’t in my favor.

I had to buy us time to tip the scales in our favor.

“There was a scratch on my office door,” He tapped the barrel of the gun to my forehead to emphasize his point. Hard metal on my soft skin. “You broke in or you stole a key.”

“A … scratch?” I said with a lift of my brow. “There was ascratchon your door and you think that means I broke in?”

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