Page 103 of Say I Do

Yelling at him that the rumors weren’t true was futile. It didn’t matter if they were or weren't. What mattered was no one wanted their name attached to what looked like a sinking ship.

Andrew pulled out his card, and no surprise, he was a lawyer. “Mr. Bertrand has informed me that upon all of this misfortune being cleared up, he is more than happy to talk business.”

Benito hadn’t said anything as Andrew continued to spew bullshit. I moved my hand under the table and placed it on Benito’s thigh. I dug my nails in as deep as I could. Benito flinched slightly, but it seemed to reboot him as the anger melted away and was replaced with a stony expression.

“Reasonable, of course.” Benito stood, and I followed suit. He buttoned his blazer and reached across the table for Andrew’s hand. “Please let Samuel know it’s unfortunate that our business will have to stop here. Vitale Enterprises will be moving forward without him.”

“Mr. Vitale, I’m sure there was—”

“Come on, honey. Our evening has been freed up.”

Andrew jumped up and looked as if he was about to panic. He looked between us as if he hadn’t expected Benito to dismiss his boss completely.

Fuck, boss Benito is so hot.I’d never tell him, but I sure as shit could admire it. Benito’s hand rested at the base of my spine as he turned us away from Andrew.

Benito leaned down and whispered against my ear. “Keep looking at me like that, and I will fuck you in the middle of this restaurant.”

Asshole Husband:Stay out of trouble.

Me: Never. If I do, I won’t get to feel your hand against my ass.

Asshole Husband: You like it when I spank you?

I fucking craved it on a good day. I fidgeted in my seat, just thinking about Benito’s heavy hand crashing down on my ass. Call me a pain slut or whatever, but there was nothing like the ache that blanketed me after getting spanked.

Me: If I tell you, will you do it more often?

Asshole Husband: Come to the office so I can do it now.

Me: And once you’re done, I can slide under your desk and make you cum in seconds.

Asshole Husband: Seconds?

Asshole husband: You have that kind of talent? Doubtful.

Oh, he was trying me. I almost told Tony to turn the car around.

Me: I will have you begging to cum down my throat

Asshole: Me beg? Last I checked, it’s you always begging. Begging to cum, for my dick, and now spankings.

This motherfucker. I chewed my lips as I texted back like some high schooler. When was the last time I spent so much time texting someone? The excitement and giddiness I felt every single time my phone vibrated in my hand was taking over and making me into some overly excited idiot.

Asshole Husband: No slick remark? Must be the truth.

Asshole Husband: I know truth is a hard pill to swallow, baby.

Me: I’ve swallowed bigger.

Asshole Husband: Yeah, my cock.

Me: You’re technically the third biggest dick I’ve ever had, but it’s not all about size. You do a fine job with what you got.

Benito was going to ruin me the moment we saw each other, and I couldn’t fucking wait. My phone buzzed again and again. I was tempted to look at the messages, but Tony pulled into the parking garage of the hotel.

I tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear as I got ready to do what needed to be done. “You can stay in the car.”

Tony gave me a flat look as he joined me. The man never listened to anyone but Benito. It was annoying and a trait I could respect.

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