Page 76 of Possession

“Boz? Are you in here?” Landyn calls for me.

Shit.

I stand and flush the toilet so I don’t look like a freak.

Me – I’m good. Gotta go.

I slip my phone in my pocket and open the door.

Her smile, which hits me right in the gut, is different. For once, the woman I pretended to marry doesn’t look miserable or afraid.

She actually looks happy.

She’s so fucking clueless.

I’m jealous.

“Hey.” She moves across the marble to me. “I’ve been looking for you. You weren’t in your office.”

That twists in my gut. It was easy to justify lying to her in the beginning. My lies saved her from a living hell that no human should have to endure.

I go straight to the sink, and she follows. I focus on washing my hands so I don’t have to look her in the eyes. “I’ve had back-to-back meetings and another call scheduled in a few minutes.”

I turn off the water and grab a towel. When I turn to her, it’s all I can do not to think about the very illicit orgasm I gave her when I should not have touched her to begin with. I should’ve kept my hands to myself and my eye on the prize. If I were stronger, I would’ve ignored my own desires and the hurt in her eyes.

But both got the better of me.

I need to get this wrapped before I can think about telling anyone the truth about anything.

Her arms are crossed and she’s leaning a hip to the counter looking up at me. She’s still wearing the same dress I had bunched around her waist when I damn near ripped her panties off.

Not only did I want to shred them because I wanted nothing between her and me, but also because Damian provided them for her.

My mind is in too many places right now. They’re underwear—sexy as fuck underwear, but just underwear. I should not be jealous of the dead man who bought them for her.

“Spencer told me they’re putting a TV in our room,” she says.

Shit. The TV that was supposed to distract me from my new wife. I reach up to pinch the bridge of my nose before pulling in a deep breath. “We’re in there a lot. I figured it’s better than the silence we were sitting through.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip, probably trying to decode my words versus my actions.

Well, same, baby. Same. If someone could help me figure out how to get to the finish line, I’d appreciate that too.

“But that was before. Right?” she confirms.

I exhale and decide to focus on her instead of the sick revelation I just learned. I close the distance between us and for once, choose the easy way out, and use the woman standing in front of me as the distraction I need, probably more than I’ve needed anything since I got here.

I pull her to me, bury one hand in her soft, blond hair, and plant the other on her back so low, my fingertips press into the curve of her ass. “Yeah, chica. That was before.”

She’s about to open her mouth to say something else, but I beat her to it.

“After my call, I have a meeting north of the city. I won’t be here to have dinner with you, but I’ll be back after.”

Her lip goes slack and her eyes widen. “Is it something I can tag along for?”

I shake my head. “It’s not that kind of meeting. This is legit work and the Marinos don’t want you anywhere near that side of the business. I shouldn’t be late.”

She fingers a button on my shirt before looking up to focus her deep blues on me. “I was going to see if you wanted to put the new TV to use … watch a movie or something?”

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