Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)
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“Another man?” he growled. “Is that what the fuck I am to you? Just some asshole who knocked you up? I’m yours the way you are mine.” He quirked his neck to the side, as if fighting the rage crawling up his spine. “What are we doing? You could never cheat on your fucking husband with me.”
He bit off the word, his grip on my waist becoming a vise.
“Get this through your head, Snitch. When you’re with him, you’re cheating on me.”
Forty-Four
STORY
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I rushed out of the maze, Grayson at my back. I ignored him calling for me, ignored him all the way back into Crowne Hall.
“Story, wait!”
The Crownes had moved from breakfast to a light cocktail brunch in the library. I’m sure they were wondering where we were. Both of us…missing.
“Story!” He grabbed my arm.
“Let me go. They’ll be wondering where we are.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
I yanked at my arm. “We can’t do that again.”
“Stop fucking saying that.”
“I have your—your—”
He grabbed my waist with both hands. “My come.”
“There you are, Angel.”
I shoved Grayson off. West came to us, and I could feel Grayson’s eyes on me. My skin was hot and itchy, and my chest bruised from my pounding heart. I wrapped my arm around West’s, letting him lead me away from Grayson, into the library.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He glanced at me, brow raised, and if I didn’t know any better…I’d swear his eyes were filled with humor. “What for?”
I don’t know. Nothing. Everything. In the end, I didn’t respond.
In the library, Lottie held Grayson’s hand, but he stared holes at me. Lottie was talking about some book she’d had trouble finding, by an author she couldn’t remember.
“Story could help you with that, right, Angel?”
“Um…” I trailed off.
“I don’t see why,” Grayson said.
“She’s quite the bookworm,” West supplied. “And sisters should be close.”
West was enjoying torturing me.
I know he was.
“Oh…well, I guess,” Lottie said.
This was so wrong and fucked up and morally repugnant on all sides. To be talking like in-laws while her husband’s come was inside me. While he stared at me like he knew, like he wanted me to know he knows.