Page 62 of The Mistake

“Who could that be?”

Hubert went home every night. This building was locked tight and it was very rare for there to be an attack. No one who was going to kill you fucking knocked on your front door.

Pressing a kiss to her lips, I ordered her to stay here, and climbed out of the bed. The possibility of danger was like throwing a bucket of cold water over me.My dick was no longer hard, and I was focused on taking care of my woman.

I grabbed my gun on the way out of the bedroom, pulled the door closed to offer Charlotte privacy so she didn’t have to see if I ended up attacking someone.

Making my way to the door, I took my time, and then checked through the peephole to see that it was Ivan. Along with him was fucking Victor Abdulov.

I knew he was traveling to my territory, but now Iwas pissed off. Opening the front door, I kept the gun at my side and looked toward Ivan.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” I asked.

“It’s nice to see you too,” Victor said.

“You can put the gun away, Ive.” Ivan brushed past me and stepped into my penthouse.

They didn’t have a fucking clue they could have been interrupting shit.

Victor hadn’t been in my territory since the wedding, so I didn’tknow what the fuck he was doing here. Now I was pissed off.

I was finally exploring my wife, and I had every intention of going a little further this morning, but not anymore. Ivan was a cock block.

“Where’s your lovely wife?” Ivan asked, glancing around my penthouse.

“In bed,” I said, glaring at him.

“Well, get her. I want to see what she thinks of my suggestion.”

This made me tense. I looked toward Victor and for a fleetingsecond I wondered if he planned to swap us, give Charlotte to him. That shit wasn’t happening. I knew I didn’t want to get married to Charlotte in the beginning but that ship had sailed. She was mine, and now I had gotten used to wearing the wedding band, and he wasn’t going to take that from me.

The door to the bedroom opened. Charlotte had pulled on a dressing gown. Ivan was already doing the math, as he looked from me to Charlotte then back again. There was a massive smile on his face, which I didn’t fucking appreciate.

Again, I stayed silent. I hadlearned that when it came to Ivan, silence was a lot easier, and it meant I got to keep my shit together.

Ivan clapped his hands.

“Hello, Charlotte. Do you remember Victor? I’m not sure if the two of you were introduced.”

She stepped forward and offered Victor a handshake. Victor took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, which pissed me off. I wanted to slap him fucking silly for even daring to touch my wife. I kept my opinion to myself, of course. It was the only thing I could do. Ivan loved to wind me the fuck up.

“Nice to meet you,” Charlotte said, and I liked that she immediately stepped toward my side.

“So, tell me, Charlotte, where in the world would you like to go?” Ivan asked.

My wife looked toward me, and I saw the frown drawing her brows together. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple. Where would you like to go for your honeymoon? If you could go anywhere in theworld. You name it. A private island. The Caribbean. Even England. Wherever your heart would like to go.”

“I’d love to go back to … Ive’s country home,” Charlotte said.

Ivan frowned. “That’s it?”

She shrugged. “I … I like it there.” She wrapped her arms around herself.

Ivan was offering to take her anywhere in the world, and she wanted to go back to my country home.

“Okay, fine.” Ivan turned toward me. “Well, you heard her. I want you to take Charlotte, and go and enjoy your stay-at-home honeymoon.”

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