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“No, it's two.” She finished her drink. “I was dating two of them.”

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Of course, Cecilia would have to fall in love with not one but two psychopaths. Because my ability to stay calm under impossible circumstances hasn’t been tested enough.

CHAPTER 37

Vince

Cecilia was to stay at her house at the compound until further notice. Sofia was staying with Nikolai, and according to him, I’d gone weak when it came to Cecilia.

He was probably right. I had given her permission to remodel her house. But it would keep her here longer. Maybe by having her closer, we can keep a better eye on her.

He was going to have a fucking fit when he finds out I brought that stupid yacht. Half a billion dollars for a never-ending headache. A terrible fucking investment.

Lighting my cigarette.

My wife has a habit of staying up late, and I hadn’t kicked my habit of watching her from my bedroom window. All the reasons I could delay her curtains longer came to mind again. Right now, she still believed it was the custom length that was causing the holdup.

Watching her get off the bed. Who was she talking to, and why was she laughing?

I walked closer to the window. She looked frustrated. Ending the call, she dropped the phone on the bedside table.

Fuck. My wife took her clothes off so fucking beautifully. My throat tightened, watching her lay on her bed naked.

Every night, she had the same routine. Tonight, though, it was different.

Arching her back up, no. Surely fucking not. The cigarette nearly fell from my mouth. As I go tense, watching as she touches my clit, my pussy. The two things I was deeply fucking deprived of.

I dropped the cigarette in the ashtray. As I walked out of my room, walking down the hallway. Did she think I was joking? I told her that clit was to stay untouched, unless touched by me.

I knocked on her door. “Madeline, you awake?” Don’t dare fucking lie to me.

Silence. I knocked again, harder. Out of fear, she would finish before answering me.

Finally, I heard movement just before the door opened.

“Is everything okay?” she was slightly out of breath, cheeks flushed.

By her cute frustrated frown. She hadn’t finished. Immediately I relaxed. Leaning against the door, “Just missed my wife.”

She barely could hide her annoyance. “Right, well, it's late. We can talk tomorrow?”

Gripping the door before she closed it. “Why not now?” Slowly looking her up and down. “Actually, better idea. Come sleep with me tonight.”

Her lips parted; I could see her disappointment. It took all my self control not to grin. “Please, you’ve been busy all week.”

Biting her bottom lip, clearly annoyed. “Fine, just give me a minute.”

I nodded, purposely leaning against the door, opening it wider. I couldn’t stop my grin as she looked at me, annoyed. “I’ll wait. Grab what you need.”

I know damn well she was naked under that thin oversize tee. And I wasn’t giving her the chance to finish herself.

“Fine, let's go.” She grabbed nothing.

Perfect.

Reaching for her hand, only for her to avoid me, pretending she needed to close the door and then crossing her arms, following me.