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This guy is probably already wasted, and I’m in no mood to deal with him. Where the fuck is Bentley? She’s taking forever. Won’t be long, my ass!

“Mr. Price?”

I whip around to find the younger maid standing in my doorway. What’s her name again? Hell, I don’t remember. Wait, why is she looking at me like that? Her eyes slide over my body appreciatively as I clear my throat. She snaps out of it, blushing.

“I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but your father is on the phone asking for you.”

“Thanks.”

I walk over to the bedside phone and pick it up, clicking on the blinking line as I do so.

“Hello?”

“Gabe, I’ve not been able to get my wife on the phone. Do you have any ideas as to why?”

I laugh. “No. I’m not her keeper.” I’m trying to play it like Bentley drives me crazy, and I don’t care about her. “I never know where the fuck she is.”

He groans. “Whatever. I need to speak to you anyway. You haven't touched my wife, have you? You’ve been in prison for a long time—”

“No, Marcus, I haven’t fucked your wife,” I lie through my teeth, cutting him off. “I haven’t even really been here. I can find my own women to fuck.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “I’ve found you an apartment to help get you back on your feet.”

“I don’t need your help, Marcus,” I snap, but he cuts me off.

“I’m helping you right now you ungrateful prick. If you don’t need my help then get the fuck out of my house.” He pauses, clearly waiting for me to reply but I don’t give him the satisfaction. “You can move into your new apartment on Thursday. Which is perfect. I want you out before I get home.”

I grind my teeth so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it through the phone. He hangs up before I can say anything else, and my grip on the phone tightens so hard it starts to crack beneath the pressure.

Fucking prick.

Now I only have three days to win Bentley over, and I pray she decides to leave with me on Thursday, but I’m not holding my breath. Marcus can be a scary motherfucker, and I know she’sterrified of him. I saw it the moment I stepped foot in this house, and I hate the fucker even more because of it.

Chapter sixteen

Bentley

Ihave a permanent grin as I get back into the Mercedes with my bag of lingerie and head back home. Gabe is going to flip out when he sees what I bought for him today. I’ve never done anything like this before, even before Marcus when my sex life was normal. I’m really nervous and feeling a bit shy, but I won’t let it stop me from enjoying myself.

When I arrive home, I park the truck back into the garage exactly how I found it, grab my bag, and head inside. I half expect Gabe to jump out from a closet again, but he doesn’t, and I end up pouting. It’s really too bad all these staff members are here all day every day. Oh, the things I’d do to that boy if we were all alone.

“Oh, welcome back, Mrs. Price. Did you get what you needed?” Maggie asks, nodding at the bag in my hand.

My cheeks blush as I nod. “Yes, thank you. I’m a bit thirsty though. Did you happen to make up your famous iced tea?”

She grins. “There’s a fresh pitcher in the fridge. Help yourself, sugar.” She walks away, but not before I see the way she looks at me.

Does she know? Oh my God! We’re dead. We need to stop this before Marcus finds out and flies off the deep end, but as I clutch the bag tighter in my hand, I know we won’t stop. I can’t even if I try. The man I always wanted is back and right in my clasp, so there’s no way in hell I’m letting him go now.

I go into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of iced tea when the younger maid comes in smiling at me.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Price.” She eyes my bag. “Would you like me to bring that up to your room?”

I hold onto the bag with a death grip. “No, thank you.” I nibble on my bottom lip, completely forgetting this woman’s name again. “I’m so sorry, what is your name again?”

She smiles. “I’m Rachael.”

Rachael! Duh!

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