Page 114 of Say I Do

Harlow licked his lips. “Are you still pissed at me?”

“You have no idea,” I said shortly.

“Will you take it out on me in the bedroom?”

“It’s frowned upon to punch your husband, but fucking his ass raw...” I trailed off. “Get the handcuffs when we get home. I’ll see how I feel about shit after I’m showered and stitched up.”

“Fair enough.”

My lips crashed against his. Our tongues tangled together before we pulled apart, panting.

“Don’t fuck up the same way again,” I warned him. “Either you’re here with me, or you’re out there with your little best friend. Figure it the fuck out.”

“I will,” Harlow said, his eyes half-lidded and his voice husky. “Just kiss me again.”

Tony cleared his throat as my lips brushed against Harlow’s. The look he shot at me in the mirror looked like a plea for me tostop.I let out a short laugh as I settled against the seat and grimaced. The adrenaline had started to fade, and the pain took over.

I might not be able to do shit tonight.

My mind went to the mess that had just been created. I still wanted to shake Harlow. Everything I had to deal with, and now this was dumped in my lap? I was used to handling everything on my own, but the truth was that I was at the end of my rope.

I have to fix this. All of it.

There had beenplenty of times in my life when I’d felt lost and generally confused. In those times I gave in and ignored whatever the problem was. Now I didn’t have that luxury. I stared at my husband as he paced back and forth, a box of donuts in his hand. He ate them as he continued to talk on the phone. It wouldn’t be a big deal if it wasn’t the second box that morning.

“Hey, do you want to order food?”

“No.” Benito picked up his tablet along with another strawberry cupcake. Frosting smeared on his nose. It would be cute if I wasn’t so worried.

“You’re going to get sick.” I had no idea what I was doing. He was a grown man.Benito could make whatever decision he wanted. I knew that, and still, there was a nagging feeling I shouldn’t leave him like this.

“Want to have sex?” I lifted the hem of my shirt, ready to get down and dirty. Sex always solved problems.

“Hmm?” Benito lifted his head, and his dark brown gaze flickered over me before he glanced down at his buzzing phone.

I dropped my shirt and tried to ignore the feeling of rejection. His work was getting more hectic.

“Need help?”

Benito shook his head. “No, the snacks are enough. Thank you.”

I eyed the coffee table; cake, pudding, cookies, and more littered the surface. Benito was already making a huge dent in it.

“I can go get more.”

“I’ll just tell Tony to.”

There was nothing to do. I could tell how stressed Benito was, his shoulders were bunched even as he devoured another cupcake. He was quickly moving on to the sugar cookies. How in the hell weren’t his teeth falling out of his mouth?

“Are you sure I can’t help you?”

Benito’s phone started ringing again. He licked his thumb clean and headed toward me. My stomach knotted. It was happening more often than not. Foreign words rested at the tip of my tongue, burning for me to say them.

“No, I’ll let you know if that changes.”

Sorry felt hollow and not enough. I’d caused more problems than solved for Benito.

He stood there for a second with the phone ringing in his hand. He looked as if he had something to say to me. But shook his head in the end. Our lips met in a chaste kiss that ended before it truly began.

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