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I stomp to the exit with Darius hot on my heels. “What part of stay away from me and Iris are you not getting?”

“The stay away part,” he says, opening the passenger door for me. He hustles around the car and slides behind the wheel. Surprising me, he grabs my left hand and slides a ring on my ring finger. “It’s the best I could do for now.”

I examine the cheap mood ring, watching as the blue stone turns black.

“You’re tense,” he comments. “I could help you with that.”

“You’re the reason I’m tense!” I shout, but he just smiles.

The stone doesn’t change colors the entire drive home. It appears I only have one mood around this man.

Chapter Twelve

Darius

Lily’s wound too fucking tight. I should take her back to my place—chain her to my bed and eat her pussy until she thinks she can’t come again, and then prove her wrong. It’d help her get out of that pretty little head of hers.

She must be able to read my thoughts, because she’s flushing a pretty shade of pink. “Stop it,” she chastises me.

“Stop what?” I ask innocently, turning my attention back to the road.

“I need you to drop me off at the club to get my—” She stops mid-sentence. “Oh my God, did my car get destroyed last night?”

“Probably,” I answer truthfully. It likely got caught up in the blast, but it’s too risky to drive by the scene to check it out.

She begins to cry.

“Hey, don’t do that,” I say, reaching over and squeezing her thigh.

“I don’t have the fucking money for a new car!” She jerks away from me. “And now I’m going to have to find a new club to dance,” she says angrily, swiping at her eyes.

“Don’t worry about the money,” I reassure her. “I’ll get you a car.”

“Why would you do that?” She eyes me suspiciously.

“Because you’re mine now, and I take care of what’s mine. And you’re not dancing any more. Well, except for me. I wouldn’t turn down a private dance.” I nearly nutted on myself from the brief lap dance she gave me, until I felt eyes watching a show meant only for me. That’s why I moved us to the VIP room; that, and I heard her stomach growl and wanted to make sure she ate something.

“You’re not understanding the nature of this arrangement,” she starts.

“You’re not understanding the nature of this arrangement,” I counter. “We’re married. My associates will want to meet you, and so you need to at least pretend to like me.”

She blows out a long breath, but doesn’t argue. I’ll count that as a win.

“Do you need help packing?” I ask.

“Packing?” She repeats the word like she’s unsure what it means.

“You and Iris are moving in with me,” I tell her what’s going to happen. “Your place isn’t safe.”

“My place is perfectly safe,” she says dismissively.

“Safe like how easy it was for me to watch you from your bedroom window?”

“So fix the blinds like you promised!”

“Wifey’s already on my nuts about my honey-do,” I say with a laugh.

Lily is not amused. Just to double check, I glance at her ring finger. Black. Nope, not amused.

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