Chapter 58

Nichole's face was red with anger as she glared at Carmela.

 "What in the hell was that?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "Have you forgotten that Max is going to be my husband? Why would you lick something off of his lips?"

Carmela's eyes widened, and she felt her heart sink. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I'm sorry, I just... I didn't think."

Nichole stood up, her hands balled into fists.

"It's not a big deal," Max said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "Nichole, it was an accident. There's no need to get so worked up." He let out a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

But Nichole was having none of it. She was fuming with anger and jealousy, and she glared at Carmela.

 "No, it's not enough," she said, her voice shaking. "You need to leave my house. Now."

Max's expression turned serious, and he looked from one woman to the other.

As Carmela stood up, Max stepped i