Page 63 of Dirty Eoin

“That’s unlikely.”But, if I have my way…

“Why not? She obviously doesn’t find you as repulsive as she’s been making out. What happens now?”

I throw back the whiskey in one, welcoming the sensation as it burns and warms my throat. “I need to explain things to Molly.”

“When?”

“Tonight. But only after I’ve spoken with my new wife.”

Because, like it or not, Mrs. O’Connell, that’s exactly what you are.

My wife.

* * *

I pourmyself a second whiskey as I resort to messaging her. Having tried several times, she still won’t pick up.

Eoin:Answer the phone.

Jaine:I have nothing to say to you.

Eoin:We need to discuss what just happened.

Jaine:We got married.

Eoin:Not that.

Jaine:Nothing else happened.

Eoin:We kissed.

Jaine:Did we? Oh yes, so we did. As kisses go, it was pretty forgettable.

My fingers tighten around the glass as she blatantly fucking lies to me and herself.

Eoin:Stop lying.

Jaine:Sorry. Am I offending that dick-shaped ego of yours? I’m not lying. You’re not the first man I’ve ever kissed, and you won’t be the last.

Eoin:I will be the last. I’m your husband.

Jaine:For now, and only on paper.

Eoin:So, you really want to play that game, do you, Miss Jones?

Jaine:I specialize in games.

Eoin:Have it your way.

Jaine:Goodbye, Eoin.

I stare at the words on the screen, a small smile playing on my lips. She can be as blasé as she likes with her throwaway remarks, but she knows that I now know. That her pretend indifference to me is, in fact, quite the opposite.

Well, two can play your game, Mrs. O’Connell.

Permanent wife or temporary?When you’re on your knees and begging to suck my cock, it will make no difference to me.

The Hudson Dusters’ HQ, Manhattan, New York

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