Page 86 of Tempt Her

Mateo assured me it’ll be worth it. “We want a night with you that won’t be interrupted.” I sat on his lap in the backyard while we watched Luke paint and Ford haul in boxes of cabinets.

“Why can’t we just stay the night at y’all’s place?” I asked Ford later that day. Impatience to have the most forbidden night of sex was cracking through my bones. “I’ll leave my phone and car here.”

I’ve explained to Ford how Gentry disappears for days at a time. He’ll never know I’m gone.

“Hell, no,” but Ford resisted me. Not my kiss, my proposal. “We’re doing it here. In his house. In his parlor. On those sofas where I’m sure he’s fucked over so many people.” His soft whiskers tickled my ear, whispering, “Where we’re going to set up our phones; two of them recording how three men are going to fuck the hell out of the woman who’s no longer his.”

I gotta admit, it was my idea, and I relish it. It’ll be one of the many ways I fuck Gentry over. Ruining him. Laughing at him behind bars. Telling his mother to go fuck herself when she tries to take what’s left of his fortune once he’s in prison.

Once I sell my violin, I will have enough money to hire lawyers to get everything as his surviving wife.

Then I’ll give his fortune to every cause Gentry opposes.

I don’t want a damn thing that’s his.

I just want sweet, fucking revenge.

Literally.

Later, when Gentry’s rotting in hell, I can fuck these men across hell’s half acre and back.

But our first time fucking?

Hell, yes, let’s do it right where it most insults Gentry. And let’s video it. Because I want to see the look on Gentry’s face as he watches three men fuck me so hard as I come so many times; he’ll realize that I wasneverhis.

I could almost get mad at how long Ford’s making us wait, but nothing but lust and love beats in my veins now.

I gave my violin to Cade for safekeeping. Gentry never paid me or anything I loved any mind in the past, but I don’t trust it, even in our final days bound in matrimonial hell, that he won’t figure it out.

That I’ve been holding millions in my hand all this time.

That my family is richer than his—they gave me loveandpower.

But I have to keep up the ruse.

No matter how tough it’s getting. And scary.

Gentry’s paranoia is palpable. He twitches like he knows he’s being watched. It’s why he no longer cares about the cameras being off in the house. He doesn’t want anyone clocking what he does or where he goes.

But I do.

I text the number Cade gave me to use. It’s some FBI agent, and I tell them every move Gentry makes.

Despite doing everything I can, Gentry’s destruction is moving as fast as a herd of turtles.

I want him done and gone… yesterday. Because tonight I have to play the part of “the senator’s wife” and suffer through a fundraising dinner with him at the Mercier Resort & Golf Club.

But stepping into the grocery store this afternoon, I’m determined to make a fresh batch of muffins first. I won’t let Gentry’s devious plans keep me from my dad anymore.

I’m so used to this trip around the store, grabbing the ingredients, I almost do it blindly until a sight in the produce section stops my heart.

I’d know his tall, broad back and that incredible ass in khakis anywhere.

“Nice peach,” I taunt behind him while he puts a few in a bag.

“Oh yeah,”—Ford answers with his back to me—“do you like them with cream?”

“Lots of it.”

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