Page 79 of Fair Trade

“It’s not a text. It’s an email. God, that’s so hot, given that he’s a businessman. Does he fuck you in his full suit in his office?” Amelia slaps a hand across her mouth. “Sorry, hormones. They sometimes get me super horny at a drop of a hat. Ignore me.”

Isabella snatches the phone out of my hand, her eyes popping out of her head. “Holy fuck. You guys are so hot.” She looks at me, then back at my phone when she starts to type.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you final approval. Just thought I’d up the ante. Pretty sure this’ll get you a good spanking. At the very least, it’ll earn some explosive orgasms.”

“Lalala, I can still hear you!” Daisy yells.

We all send her apologetic looks as we laugh.

“Oh c’mon, Daisy. Let your sister-in-law live. I’m sure you’re getting dicked down by the man who put that rock on your finger,” Nikki says.

Isabella stops her typing to look at Daisy, and we both spot the moment her shield goes up and her public persona turns on. “Yeah, well, I guess I’m more private when it comes to that stuff. Or maybe I have to call my therapist and schedule a few extra sessions since I now know my brother likes to get kinky via emails.” She forces a smile.

The other girls laugh, but Isabella and I share a secret look.

I’ve been meaning to have some alone time with Daisy to see if she wants to open up about her fiancé, but a part of me thinks that the situation might be more complicated than I’m privy to.

“Here. What do you think?” Isabella shoves my phone back in my hand and I read her response to my husband.

I release a hard laugh. “I couldn’t.”

“You could,” Isa pushes.

I rock my head from side to side. “I shouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I think you should.” She lifts my finger to hover over the Send button. I look at her expectantly, waiting for her to do it, when she shakes her head. “Oh no. This is your trigger to pull, girlfriend. Because once that man unleashes, you’ll be the one on the receiving end of all he’ll have planned for you. I don’t wantany three-a.m. calls, and I don’t want to be cursed to kingdom come because you learned that your husband is into some freaky shit.” She laughs, but my mind is lost in the endless possibilities of what Nick could be capable of when pushed to the brink.

And I like every single one of them.

So I hit Send.

thirty-eight

I want to goon a rampage.

Barge into that bar Luisa is at like I own the place.

Remove every man who has the audacity to look at my wife.

And… And…

A thought forms rapidly in my mind. I try to push down on the feral beast my wife has turned me into and force myself back into the mind of the businessman I am known to be. Quick and calculated.

I’m behind my desk in a flash, emailing my attorneys while on the phone with the person I need to negotiate with.

Thirty minutes.

A record time set for this kind of deal.

And a swift lesson for my wife.

thirty-nine

I’m having the besttime with my girls.

Stuffing my face with cheese tortellini and breaded chicken. I tried my best to balance my meals earlier today so I could indulge in this goodness.