Page 122 of Intense
“No. I’ve tasted her. Given her a glimpse of what I crave. She’ll fit me perfectly. I’m waiting for her to break and come to me.”
“This is fucked up, Finn,” Rowan says, almost amused.
“I’m well aware. I forgot to mention—I’m her boss.”
Reggie’s jaw drops.
“I have no words, Finn. Sounds like you should take Con’s advice and go see a shrink. Before you end up getting killed by another surgeon.”
His comment sticks.
“Why would she kill me?”
“To take half your fortune? Do you really know her?”
I scratch at the stubble on my jaw, staring at the floor.
“Yes.”
And no.
I didn’t know she was a stripper. I guess it’s possible she could be hiding more from me.
“I’m not going to a shrink. I’m fine. It’ll work itself out.”
Reggie nods, but it’s clear he doesn’t buy a word of it.
“So, you want to stay married to her?” Rowan asks.
“Is this twenty fucking questions, Rowan?” I snap.
He shrugs.
“That was a lot. I just asked if you were okay. Wasn’t expecting a damn confession.”
I let out a laugh. Dry and unexpected.
Maybe I am changing.
And maybe… that’s not such a bad thing.
“Yes. I want to stay married. I have no intention of marrying anyone else.”
“Can you fuck anyone else?” Reggie interjects.
“No. Nor can she.”
My blood boils just thinking about our last conversation. That look in her eyes.
She won’t.
She’ll come back to me. Willingly. She always does.
And just like that, the conversation dies. They know not to push further.
So I close my eyes again, settling into the dark, dangerous quiet.
Letting my mind drift back to the only place it wants to be?—
