Page 10 of On the Rocks
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Fucking amazing.
My wife is god damn fucking amazing.
She just got the hell scared out of her from my fight with that stupid bastard, and she’s offering to help me. Determination filling her expression as her shoulders roll back. Ready to fucking throw down right now. God I fucking love her. “Nothing you need to help with. It was just a stupid disagreement.”
I should fucking kill his arrogant ass for touching her. But for as much as I despise this fucker, I need him as much as he needs me. Too deep in bed together to escape without both of our asses landing in prison. Probably a short stint in a white collar resort, but any time away from Trinity would be too damn long. “It’s over.”
Doubt purses her lips together. She knows I’m fucking lying. All I hope is that she understands I’m shielding her from the truth to protect her. Not because I don’t appreciate her offer. No woman I’ve fucked has ever thought beyond what I could give her. More proof how incredible Trinity really is.
Resilient too. Most women would be in hysterics to witness an altercation like that, rather than the steady calm my girl possesses. Sad fact that she’s been exposed too much damn violence. Around her and to her. My fists instinctively ball against her back. Luckily I've taken care of those motherfuckers already, and I will make damn sure to shelter her from any more assholes who try to hurt her.
“I’m worried about you.”
I fucking hate the uncertainty lining her sweet face. Detest the trembling in her small hands squeezing my upper arms. “No need, sunshine. I’m good. But, I’m sorry I ruined our lunch and your shoes.”
We both look down. Pure white sandals marred by splashes of tan, splattering across her pink tipped toes and delicate ankles too. “But you can buy new ones when you’re with Trish.”
“I think I should cancel after what just happened.”
The hell she is. I refuse to let that asshole ruin her plans. “Fuck no you’re not.”
She flinches from my harsh tone. Meant for him not her. Damn it. I’ve got to stop fucking up what I say to her. I caress her scarlet cheek, warm and flushed under my hand. “I’m sorry. I just meant that there’s no reason for you to stay home.”
Worry twitches her lips, with protests she’s too fearful to voice out loud. Fuck me for scaring her more. I need to quit acting like a bastard and force my voice to be calm. “I mean it. I really want you to go and have a good time.”
“Okay.”
Absolutely zero conviction in her tone. Her slender body still coiled with stress. Ready to spring with the slightest provocation. Which I need to prevent. And relieve. “If you don’t, I’ll drag you to the stores myself and you know what will happen if I get you alone and naked in the dressing room.”
I swear to fucking god I feel her nipples harden through the thin material of her dress. If I didn’t have this shit to take care of, I’d lay her across my desk and fuck the anxiety right out of her.
A bit of sparkle returns to her eyes. “We’d get arrested for sure.”
“You’d be so fucking worth it.”
My sweet talk earns me a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes I can be charming. To her anyway. Once she’s gone, I’m going to figure how to crush this bastard before he can destroy me first.
I cup her delicate face. Too dangerous to touch her any place else, or I won’t be able to control myself. Or my cock. “I love you Trinity. I want you to have fun.”
Her cheeks fill my hands. The huge grin I’d kill for returns to her brighter face, back where it belongs and should always remain. “I love you too.”
The tension in my muscles softens a bit despite myself. We’re good again, which is all I want. Realizing more and more that her being happy and with me is all I need. Now I just need to fix everything else to ensure I don't jeopardize either one.
I guide her back to the lobby, leading her around housekeeping already cleaning up our spoiled meal. Leanna flicks an uneasy gaze toward me. The first time I've ever seen my secretary show any uncertainty around me. A normal response I guess since it's the first time I've ever acted like a fucking lunatic in my own damn office. I've fucked up and deserve her disappointment. "I'm sorry, Leanna."
Trinity's small hand squeezes mine. A reassuring validation, that while my moral compass may be fucked up, I'm doing the right thing. At least from her perspective.
Although Leanna seems to respond with relief too. Her shoulders smoothing down from hunching around her neck. "It's okay. He deserved it."
Her hand flies over her mouth as she laughs. First time I've ever seen her act even the slightest bit unprofessional. I fucking like it. Trinity must feel the same way and giggles along with her. I'm just glad they both seem to have withstood the trauma of my outburst. Only one more person I need to make things right with. But he's not going to receive any apology from me. Fucking far from it. The only remorse is going to be his, for fucking up so fucking bad.
Trinity leans into my kiss on her temple. "Give me just a minute, sunshine."
"Oh…okay."
Hesitation threads through her voice. Luckily, Leanna recognizes my cue and steps closer. "You must be so excited! Do you have your dress picked out for tonight?"
