Page 19 of Dead Bled Ringer
I had to fucking do it. I had to close this.
“Listen to me,” I snarled, jerking her chair legs back with my foot, while I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, the curls feeling soft and sweet in my rough hands. “I won’t let you go.”
“Ow, Henry, ow, you’re hurting me,” Angel whimpered, looking up beseechingly at me.
Fuck
I tried to make my fingers pull harder, but they wouldn’t go, as she continued to look up at me with that perfect face. Her eyes weresoblue, the thick lashes sweeping over her pink cheeks.
Fuck
My heart racing, I let go and pounded my fist on the table instead.
“Why aren’t you wearing your ring?” I bit out.
She looked down, but when she met my eyes again they looked wary, with a strange little flicker in them that I couldn’t interpret.
“I’m going to sell it!” Angel snapped, and she flung herself out of her chair.
In her attempt to escape me, she tripped on that long dress hem, arms flailing wildly as she lost her balance.
I lunged forward, banging my shins painfully on the table as I rushed to catch her.
“Calm the fuck down!” I snarled, my hands tightening on her waist, my heart pounding at how close she’d come to falling down and hurting herself.
But now she was crossing her arms and glaring at me.
“Don’t waste your breath. It’s over, Henry,” Angel said boldly. “In fact, I’m calling the divorce lawyer right now.”
Shit
That would be a complete failure on my part. And what if Henry punished her for it instead?
“No!” I growled, grabbing at Angel’s phone as she pulled it from her purse. “I will never let you go.”
Fuck, that felt uncomfortably true.
“I could make things very difficult for you,” I warned as I tossed the phone back onto the table.
“How?” she asked.
“I could take all your money,” I said. “You wouldn’t get a penny in the divorce.”
Angelise shrugged, biting her lip as she held my eyes. “I’d rather have no money than be with you.”
Then she rose from the table. “Iam going to go andyou’regoing to let me walk out this door.”
“No, I am not!” I retorted, stepping forward and blocking her route to the exit. “We are going to make this marriage work.”
“Why should I try to make this marriage work? All you do is sleep around!” she said tartly, her hands on those luscious wide hips.
The movement pulled her thin white shirt up a bit and I saw a few inches of her soft tanned belly, the curves making me want to bite her, sink my teeth in her flesh and suck hard.
She was wearing a long flowing skirt and it hung on her hips perfectly, clinging to that gorgeous juicy ass.
My brother was a moron, because ifIwas married to Angel, I’d be racing home every day to see her, not trolling for random ass.
“That’s in the past,” I said, hoping this was how Henry usually apologized. “I swear to God I’ll be faithful to you.”
