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“Charlie?” I called out and then came skidding to a stop. Not only was my husband talking to Ollie, but my best friend’s face was a mess of cuts and bruises. “Oh my god.”
Charlie tilted his head. “Bashful, you might want to go put some clothes on.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I want to know what happened first, Ollie. Please tell me it wasn’t Kit.”
My best friend sank onto the couch, his face in his hands. I watched in horror as Ollie’s big, broad shoulders began to shake, and I didn’t care that I was only in my underwear. I was next to him, my arms around him and hugging him as tight as I could.
Charlie grunted. “I need you to put some clothes on, bashful.”
“Not now.”
“Yes, now.”
I ignored him and soothed the hair on the back of Ollie’s head. “I’m so sorry.”
“Well, you asked for it.” Charlie warned me and suddenly lifted me up and carried me out of the room. He tossed me gently onto the bed, where I bounced a couple of times. “Clothes. Now.”
I had never seen Charlie so angry. His nostrils flared as he glared at me, and I couldn’t help but think about how hot it was. That he was jealous. “No.”
“You little shit.” He pounced on me, shoving me down and splaying his body over mine. “Are you trying to make me mad? Is that what this is?” he growled. “Wait a second. Bashful, are you hard?”
My hips canted. “I can’t help it. Watching you go all alpha is kind of sexy.”
“You’re in big trouble, but right now I need you to go talk to your best friend.” Charle snorted and climbed off me. “He needs you.”
I did as he told me but stopped right before I left the room. “Was I a bad boy, baby?” I widened my eyes innocently. “Are you going to punish me later?”
“Jesus Christ.” Charlie pushed me against the doorway and crushed his mouth over mine.
When his tongue slid between my lips, I couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up my throat. He pulled away first and didn’t try to conceal the fact that he was adjusting his erection.
“You’re in big fucking trouble.” He grinned. “Now go be with Ollie.” He swatted my butt as I turned around.
I blew him a kiss as I slipped out of the room and tried to put a somber face on. I didn’t want to upset Ollie more than he already was. He glanced up at me as I sat down next to him, taking his hand and lacing our fingers together.
“I can’t do this anymore, Jones,” Ollie whispered. He sniffed softly as his eyes welled with tears. “I love him, but I can’t be with him if he’s going to let me get hurt me like this. It’s not right.”
I nodded. “I know.” I squeezed his hand.
“We went out. That alone should have been a red flag, because Kit never likes to be seen in public with me, but I thought maybe he was trying to branch out. That he wanted to see what people’s reaction would be. Only...” His voice cracked and he shook his head. “We ran into some of his so-called friends, and they...” A sob escaped his mouth, and he pulled away. “They were making fun of us.”
I gritted my teeth. “I am going to murder him.” I didn’t want to hear anything else. All I knew was that Kit was no longer someone I wanted to associate with. “You need to block him and ignore him if he tries to talk to you again. I mean it. Don’t let him back in.”
“There’s only one problem.” Ollie chewed on his bottom lip.
My brows shot up. “And what problem is that? It’s easy. You blocked him, you don’t talk to him.”
“We’re sort of married.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Charlie
“I’m sorry, but you’re what?” Jones exclaimed as I walked in on the conversation. “You and Kit got married?”
I wondered if I was hearing things. I should get that checked the next time I saw my doctor. Because there was no way that Ollie had done something as stupid as getting married to a man who couldn’t deal with his own sexuality. I saw the anger on Jones’s face as he stared at his best friend.
Ollie ducked his chin. “When we were in Vegas.”
