Chapter 57

“Shame she married you then,” she instantly shoots back, venom in her tone. She's pissed I caught her lurking. “Sir.” she adds, a phony smile playing on her lips.

I put that bratty behavior aside and schedule it for punishment later. “Why don't you ask me what you really want to know?” I urge.

“Honestly?” she asks, her tone low. It reminds me of a younger, more innocent version of her.

Shaking off the memory, I nod, “Yeah.”

“Well, I want to know why you're here right now. You could be at home, with your wife or any other slut but you're here, making close to midnight calls to me just so that you can be staring at me like you want to either fuck me or kill me?”

“Both.” I instantly retort.

“Same.” she snorts, her tits jiggling when she does.

Fuck Caelum, focus. The woman just said she would want me dead and I can't seem to think past her tits or how good it would feel to fuck her tits.

“Why would you want to kill me? I've done nothing to you.”