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Her tart expression didn’t take away from how stunning she was. Her bone structure was unreal. Her gorgeous chestnut skin was unblemished. And her stride was confident and attention-grabbing.

“Mrs. Summers, what are you?—”

Ignoring my greeting and everyone else in the room, she pulled to a stop in front of me in a cloud of Chanel and calculated calm.

“My husband is obsessed with you and I want to know why,” she grit out, her lips barely moving as she looked me over.

Brows hiked, I narrowed my gaze on her. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t you fucking act clueless. Who are you? Did you bribe him with sex to get this place?” She looked around with a haughty sniff before staring icy daggers at me.

“Of course not.” The words came out on a nervous laugh. What the hell was this woman talking about?

“You’re lying,” she snarled at me. “I went through his phone and it wasfull of you.”

“What?” It was the only question I could ask as my eyes zeroed in on her flared nostrils and pinched features.

She looked stricken, like a woman reliving a betrayal and she needed to know that had nothing to do with me.

“Stop playing innocent!” A sharp rise in her voice won us a few looks before the crew went back to pretending to work. I knew they couldn’t focus on anything but the shit show playing out in front of them, and I was about to put an end to it.

“Look, I’m sure whatever you think you found upset you, but please understand, I never sle?—”

Lilith’s scoff cut me off. “What? Being shared by three men wasn’t enough for you? You had to come wreck my home too?”

“I’m not?—”

“I know all about women like you.”

Oh, my god, she wouldn’t let me finish a fucking sentence and my blood began to simmer from the blatant disrespect.

Tucking my lips over my teeth, I stood there, letting her get her little rant off and call me a slut six different ways.

When she was done, she looked satisfied with herself and hiked her purse strap higher on her slender shoulder.

Her gorgeous features contorted into a sneer. It was a shame that a woman this pretty had let insecurities turn her this ugly.

“You don’t have anything to say for yourself?”

Oh, now she was going to let me get a word in?

Another humorless laugh escaped me, and that was the wrong thing to do.

Lilith’s face hardened and the look of contempt in her eyes was enough to scare Satan.

“Seems like you’ve said it all, Lilith,” I said coolly, my voice belying the annoyance and mortification ebbing through my veins. It was one thing to call me a slut. But she brought Enzo, Rome, and Sin into this when she didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.

“He’ll never love you.”

“I’m counting on it,” I snapped back before I could tell myself not to take her bait. “Hisloveis the last thing I want.”

I finished with a suggestive wiggle of my brows and enjoyed the stricken look on her face at my retort.

Was I sleeping with her husband?

Hell no.

But I wasn’t about to let this sour-faced woman talk to me any type of way in my place of business either. If she wanted to go low, we could take a bullet train to Hell for all I cared.