Page 31 of Mistletoe Missus
“Do you need to be reminded of the consequences if you don’t listen, Wife?”
Damn him. To hell with both of them.
But I had to play my cards right.
“Fine. I’ll do it. Under one condition.”
“Name it, Wife.” Mitt met my eyes in a challenge.
“I want Albert full time.”
Mitt smirked. “You got it.”
No matter how much I hated the thought of moving in with a man who despised me, this could benefit me. I’d be close enough to Mitt to make my next move and be one step closer to him, begging to sign the divorce papers. I’d be close enough to crawl under Mr. Mitt Morgan’s skin.
“And I want an extra key,” I added.
“Absolutely not,” Mitt grumbled, as his eyes never wavered from mine.
I shrugged. “Then the deal is off.”
“You only laid out one condition, Wife, not two. Now you’re getting greedy,” Mitt huffed with annoyance and fixed his tie.
“Since you’ve settled the living situation, I’ll see myself out,” Cyprus said with irritation and rose from his seat.
“It’s not settled. Far from it,” I snapped with attitude and crossed my arms. “I want an extra key.”
“I don’t have time for this childish behavior.” Cyprus glared at Mitt. “Fix this. Deal with your disobedient wife or else.”
Mitt ignored his father’s threat. The warning made me wonder what Cyprus would do if he didn’t resolve the situation of us butting heads. But his father didn’t stop his eyes from blazing with heat that made my stomach flutter and my pussy purr.
Mitt held an untouchable flame that wouldn’t burn out no matter how hard he tried, and I wanted nothing more than to hate his guts for everything he had done to me. All the deceit, leaving me pining over him and giving a damn. To me, Mitt was far more dangerous than his father could ever be.
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Quivering Quarrel
Mitt
“Why so stubborn, angel?” I asked as my upper lip twitched from my wife’s damn defiance while my father left the restaurant.
Why did I have to marry someone so... bratty?
I never wanted this, to babysit my wife and keep her in line long after we signed a marriage license. This was supposed to be easy, not an extra job I had to commit to. Tinsley’s personality was unlike any woman I had ever met. She was intense, fiery, and came out swinging. The background check I ran on her never showed a hint of a woman who dug her heels in and wouldn’t give up. Or the way her green eyes sparked to life every time I pushed her limits. But no screening had to tell me how passionate she was every time I kissed her.
My wife was a feisty little firecracker.
Despite her pretty plump lips, Tinsley tried my patience at every turn, and she made my eyes gain an invisible spasm no one else could see. Her spitfire ways matched her beautiful hair with hints of red and her bright rosy cheeks when I touched her. She was a remarkable woman, the only woman who ever stood up to my father. I’d give her credit for that.
“Because I want another key,” Tinsley requested again and stood up from her seat.
I watched her move in a painstakingly slow pace toward me, or maybe I slowed her movements down in my head. Dizziness engulfed me from the sway of her hips in her gorgeous dress, and it was fucking agony. She consumed me as everything around me went away and there was only her. My hands begged to grab her love handles and pull her as close as possible. I wanted to smell the divine scent my wife had that was fucking nirvana. A place of peace and enlightenment making all my wrongdoings go away. I had suffered every moment like this one, where she was much too close to me, and I wanted her all to myself.
Fuck. My angel had wrapped her wings around me, and she was my heaven on this shithole earth.
Against my better judgment, I pushed my chair out and stood up. My stature loomed over Tinsley, and her doe eyes peered up at me. Her arms were still crossed in front of her, making her tits press together, revealing far too much cleavage, and she made my balls hurt. Blue balls were a big deal, and I wanted nothing more than to ease the pain. I wanted to clear off this damn table and fuck my wife right here for everyone to see. I wanted to wipe that red-hot smirk right off her bratty mouth and kiss her senseless. After all, she deserved it.
“Why? So, you can give it to your ex-boyfriend to come and go as he pleases?” I questioned, with pure envy running through my veins.
