The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

I never wondered if she left anyone behind. Was she seeing someone when my men snatched her from her bed? Did she have a boyfriend looking for her? Or was she promiscuous like I was, hopping from man to man?

The idea of her being with a bunch of guys suddenly made me angry. It had nothing to do with her lifestyle choice. I just didn’t like picturing other men inside her beside myself. Must be because I owned her. Now that she was my property, I was annoyed that she ever belonged to anyone else.

Man, I was a psychopath.

How could I be irritated with anything she did before I stole her? “Did you leave anyone behind before you joined me in Scotland?” I worded it in a much more appropriate way than I wanted to.

“I told you Joseph is my only family member. I had some friends, but that was about it.”

She didn’t understand my question. “Did you leave a man behind?” If I looked at her social media account, would it say she was in a relationship? Was some nice guy crying over her every night while I fucked her? If that was the case, it didn’t seem like she was thinking about him when I was inside her.

“A man?” She pumped conditioner into her hand before she massaged the ends of her strands. “No. I didn’t leave a man behind.”

The irritation in my chest disappeared. If she did have a man, I would look at her differently. I would feel like I was sharing with someone who wasn’t even there. I moved under the water and rinsed my hair, wearing a mask so she didn’t know what I was thinking. “Been with a lot of guys?”

She did a double take, clearly offended by what I just asked. “Excuse me?”

That came out wrong. I didn’t word that very well. I was just so eager for an answer that I didn’t think it through. “That came out wrong.”

“You bet your ass that came out wrong.”

I wanted to smile at her feistiness. If she hadn’t stood up for herself at that comment, I would think less of her. “You seem experienced. That’s all I was getting at.”

She continued to massage her hair with conditioner.

I wasn’t getting anything out of her, and I didn’t know how to get my answer. “Did you have any serious boyfriends?” That wasn’t too invasive.

She ran her fingers through her hair and coated each strand with the moisture. She had a lot of hair, so it took her a while. “When have you ever beaten around the bush? If you want to know something, just ask.”

My little spitfire. “How many men have you been with other than me?”

She stepped under the shower and tilted her head back. She ran her fingers through her hair as she counted in her head. “Four.”

That’s it? I was expecting a lot more than that. “Four?”

“Yeah. Why?”

I gave her an honest answer. “You’re amazing in bed.”

Her fingers paused in her hair for a moment before she continued to rinse. “It takes two to tango.”

The corner of my lip rose in a smile. “I’ve been with a lot of women. I could have just lain there, and it still would have been spectacular.”

She shrugged then wrapped her fingers around her hair before she squeezed the water out.

“Who were these four guys?”

“What does it matter? Are you going to tell me about every woman you’ve been with?”

“I will if you do.”

“I don’t care about all the women you’ve been with,” she said coldly. “I’m sure you can’t even remember them all.”

Not true. “I remember every woman I sleep with. I have a lot of regulars in various places. It’s not always about hooking up with a stranger before I continue on my way.” I wasn’t that cold. I gave them my attention and my respect—but nothing else.

“But I doubt they ever meant anything to you.”

Only Josephine did before she stabbed me in the back. “What does it matter if they did or didn’t?”

She closed her eyes as the water fell down her face. “I guess it doesn’t.”

“Tell me about these four guys.”

She ran her hands over her hair then stepped out from under the water. “Why are you so interested?”

“Answer the question.” It didn’t matter why I was interested. I just wanted her to answer the damn question.

“The first guy was my high school sweetheart. It didn’t last long, and we were both learning. The second one was my freshman year in college. Went to a party and met a cute guy…you know how that goes. The third guy was my junior year in college. We saw each other for a while. And the last one was from my first year of medical school. We saw each other casually because we were too busy studying.”