“You forced her to marry you?” He cocks his eyebrow.
I nod. “I needed to collect debt from her father and his daughter was the only valuable thing I wanted.”
“Give her freedom, Devious. Do it on her own time. She’s young. I’ve been married for three years and we’re still winging it.”
The women come into the dining room with our plates of food. Roselyn sits next to me and I place a napkin over her lap and cut her juicy meat.
“You don’t have to do all that.” Her cheeks turn a shade of pink. She stares at Matteo and Jasmine as they cut up their own food. “I’m not a child, Devious,” she snaps.
“I never said you were one. I want to take care of you,” I say, exhaling, rubbing the back of her head. “Am I embarrassing you?”
She sits up straight, pushing her shoulders back. “Of course not. It feels weird when you do it in front of other people though.”
“I think it’s sweet he’s been very attentive towards you.” Jasmine winks at me. “I wish Matt would cut my food.”
He rolls his eye. “You got hands, you do it yourself.”
Then we talk about life in general and the latest books. An email notification pops up on my phone screen so I tap it. It’s an email asking to finish booking my flight to London.
Cocking my eyebrow, I click on the link. Roselyn’s email is linked to mine. She went behind my back to book a flight and it’s only been a week since I gave her freedom. As I glare at my wife, she laughs at something Matt says, then she places her hand on my thigh, squeezing tight. She was planning on leaving me the entire time. My gut told me not to trust her and I didn’t listen. I put myself out there and she made a fool of me again. I should punish her, by locking her little ass in the cell for a whole week.
“You’re not hungry? You haven’t touched your food,” she says, smiling. But all I want to do is bend her over this fucking table, spank her plump ass, then shove my dick in her.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I ground my molars as my blood fucking boils.
My fork scrapes against the glass plate and I place the meat into my mouth.
“This food is delicious,” I tell Jasmine. It really is. Pot roast is my least favorite food.
“I didn’t cook it. Matteo did. He started cooking for me when I was ill. He’s obsessed with me eating healthy.”
He leans down and kisses her forehead. “I want to make sure you’re healthy.”
Roselyn says something and I completely ignore her.
I remove her hand from my lap, and she tilts her head to the side. Her eyes are burning holes on the side of my face. I need to cut this dinner short, so I say, “It’s been fun, but it’s time for us to leave.”
“Oh,” Jasmine says. “Let me pack you a few to go plates. We have more than enough, and it would be a shame for us to waste the food.”
She gets up from the table and Luna whines and Matteo gets her out of the chair, bouncing her on his right thigh.
“I’ll call you and we can talk shop about territories,” he says.
Jasmine hands us Tupperware and she gives Roselyn a warm hug.
“We need to hang out sometime,” Jasmine says, patting her on the back.
“Indeed,” Roselyn responds.
Then I grab her jacket from the coat rack, and she wiggles it on. When we get inside the car, Roselyn talks my ear off, but I’m too blinded by anger to give a fuck about she’s saying.
“Are you listening?” she asks, folding her arms across her chest.
“No.” I grip the steering wheel hard and my knuckles turn white.
“What crawled up your ass?” she snaps, shaking her head. “Are you okay?”
You and your Goddamn betrayal. You’re making me a fucking fool again. I want to say those words to her, but I don’t instead I say, “Fan-fucking-tastic.”
Roselyn
“HAVE YOU EVER DANCED IN the rain?” I ask him as I lie my head on his stomach, watching the rain beat up on the floor to ceiling window.
He shakes his head. “Why would I do some shit like that? I could get sick.” His muscles tighten in his jaw as he speaks. He has been in a sour mood since he found out I wasn’t pregnant with his baby. I don’t care how he feels about it, because it’s my body, and I’m not ready to share it. He’s going to have to compromise on the subject.
“Because mama told me it cleanses the soul and we used to do it all the time, when Papa wasn’t around. Trust me, you’ll feel a lot better afterwards.” I lift my chin, glancing up at him.
“Fine.” His eyes venture to my breast before he gets out of the bed, putting on his night clothes.
“You need to have fun. All you do is work and kill people,” I shoot back, grabbing my shoes, sliding them on, and tying up the black laces.
He rolls his eyes. “It’s not what I always do. I also fuck you. Fucking is fun.” He tilts his head sideways. “Maybe I need to stop fucking you since you don’t want to have my baby.” Then he uses his index finger to tap my nose. “But I can’t because your pussy is so addictive.”
It’s my turn to roll my eyes. “You can use a condom.”
“No.” His no is firm. “You get my dick raw or you don’t get it at all.”
“I’m going to schedule an doctor’s appointment for birth control,” I shoot back.
“Go right ahead and watch me pour the pills down the drain.”
I’m not in the mood to argue with his psycho ass about what I want. His sour mood is pissing me off and I hate when he gets snappy
