Page 28 of Bared Betrayal

“Don’t.” He leans in, eyes glaring like the pits of hell. “Don’t you fucking talk about my mother.”

“Relax. I won’t stay long. Just thought it would be nice to meet the woman my son’s about to marry before the wedding.”

“How did you even get in here without an invitation?”

“Okay, so, firstly, I really don’t need an invitation to get in anywhere because I can make that happen with the mere snap of my fingers.” I slip my hands into my pants pockets. “Secondly, I have an invitation.”

“What?” Confusion forms grooves on his forehead. “Who invited you?”

I shrug. “You did.”

“Are you insane?” He inches closer, glancing around and spreading a fake smile to the guests. “I did no such thing.”

“The invite that dropped in my inbox two days ago says otherwise.”

“I did not invite you.”

“Well, someone did.”

His jaw clenches, his eyes big, green orbs of hostility. “This is me uninviting—”

“There you are,” a voice slices through the tension boiling between Sebastian and me. “I’ve been looking all over for you?”

Sebastian rolls his shoulders then straightens, plastering the fake smile he clearly learned how to do from Elenor on his face. “Kallie, you’re just in time.”

My world comes to a complete, screeching fucking halt.

“I’d like you to meet Gabriel King. My father.”

I stop breathing. All the noise around me fades. The blood in my veins freezes instantly. Jesus fucking Christ.

Blonde hair.

Green eyes.

Petite frame.

A shimmering rhinestone mask and luminescent ivory dress.

It’s her. The little lamb who entered the lion’s den. My den.

The woman whose face has haunted me ever since that night at Myth. The girl I’ve kissed, touched, caned…fucked. My goddamn wet dream personified.

God, I can still taste her cunt, still see images of her ass decorated with lashes of red. The woman I haven’t been able to get out of my fucking mind.

My son’s fiancée.

My future daughter-in-law.

Fuck me.

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KALLIE

Well,fuck. That’s definitely on my list of the top ten most awkward conversations ever.

Gabriel King. My future father-in-law.