Page 49 of Say I Do

Benito smiled at me. I could tell it wasn’t his real one. His mouth was tight around the corners, and it didn’t reach his eyes. “If you will excuse us, I need to check where my fiancé has placed our money.”

“Oh, actually, I’d love to talk to you,” Darla said.

She reached out for him, and I reacted before I could think better of it. I slapped her hand away. Darla yanked her hand back and held it close to her chest. Her blue eyes flickered between us as if unsure who she should watch.

“Sorry,” Darla said.

“Harlow, that wasn’t nice. Apologize to the reporter.” Benito pressed his mouth against my ear. “Say you’re sorry, or I will tear your ass up and not let you cum once.”

A shiver raced down my spine at his tone. The threat sounded appealing. I turned my head, our lips touching for a moment. “Promise?”

Benito’s fingers dug into my hip to the point of pain. I was bound to sport his bruising for the rest of my life if he kept up.

“I apologize,” I said as I faced Darla again. “Do refrain from touching him. I’m possessive.”

Darla nodded, staring at us as if we were an anomaly, and maybe we were.

“Enjoy your day,” Benito said as he steered us away from her.

He didn’t let me go even for a second. It was like a new ball and chain were tied to me, except I didn’t entirely hate it.

“You were about to kill her,” Benito whispered. It wasn’t a question, but I shrugged all the same.

“She was annoying me.” The fact I’d held off so long was a testament to my patience. “She said something about an incident last night?”

Benito grunted. “There was a fuck up at the docks. It’s handled. She shouldn’t have known about it.”

Our eyes met. For the briefest second, it felt like we could communicate without words.

“She needs to die.”

“Harlow, I shouldn’t have to say this, but no killing reporters.” Benito gave his bullshit smile to people around us.

“Got it, no reporters.” He didn’t say anything about their families. Darla was going after what was mine. It was only fair I did the same.

Benito stared at me, his eyes slightly wide.

“What?” I asked.

“You gave in.”

It was almost like he knew me. I smirked at him. “Of course, dear, I wouldn’t ever dream of disobeying my husband.”

“You’re going to do something crazy or stupid, aren’t you?” Benito jerked me closer, erasing any space between us.

People watched us but for some reason, I was so wrapped up in teasing Benito I didn’t care. Their watchful eyes weren’t burning my skin and making the need to flee claw at my insides.

“Just how many charities did you give to?” Benito surveyed the room as we walked around. “How much of my money should I say goodbye to?”

“What’s yours is mine.” I smiled at my husband. “Most of the ones supporting LGBTQ life in New York.”

Benito cocked a brow. “Wouldn’t take you for the caring type.”

“I’m not. But you’re trying to make sure your family name and business look good. What better way to do that as a newly out bisexual man than to support the very community you’re a part of?”

“I’m straight.”

“Repeat that tonight while you’re filling my ass with your cum.”

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