Chapter 65

“In all that time, you never thought to call me to let me know the psycho who’d broken into the house hadn’t abducted you? Oh, that’s right . . .” He snapped, the sarcasm thick and biting. “You were too busy letting Tyler fuck your brains out to tell your husband where the hell you were and that you were alive. I woke Jack up at an ungodly hour, walked away from the taping of my show to hop a plane, and flew across the country. I told the press you were missing. And where do I find you but Tyler’s bed.” He stood, fists and teeth clenched. “Goddamn you!”

Alyssa closed her eyes. Yes, Luc would jump to this conclusion. He must have retrieved her from Tyler’s apartment. From his bed. She winced.

But why couldn’t he get it through his thick head that, despite her “profession,” she’d never step out on him?

“It’s not what you think. Let me explain,” she implored. “I—”

“You’re addicted to his cock?”

“No.” She sighed. “Luc—”

“You’re in love with him?”

She b