Chapter 45. Bribing The Detective With My Pussy: pt. 1

“Where the fuck have you been?”

Ethan’s voice hit me before I even stepped in. He stood at the doorframe, arms crossed, blocking my way like some security guard I didn’t ask for.

“Ethan,” I sighed, my patience already dangling by a thread. “I do not have the strength for this bullshit of yours tonight.”

My throat was dry, my shoulders heavy. “I’ve been awake since before dawn. First shift at the station, then straight to the museum for my moonstone exhibition. The research engineer from the lab called right after—new samples from the field that couldn’t wait. Meanwhile, you’ve been home—what? Playing couch potato?”

I pointed at him, my voice shaking more from exhaustion than anger. “Don’t piss me off, Ethan.”

I tried to walk past him, but his hand shot out and gripped my wrist. His voice cracked. “Matilda… are you cheating on me?”

I froze. My brain blinked twice before catching up. “What?”

“Are you—”

“Cheating?” I turned on him fully.