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"There you are. How's my girl?" Paulasked.

"Hey." I crossed toward the stairs and leaned my cheek up so Paul couldkissit.

It was ourroutine.

He paused before kissing me. He spotted Harrison across the room. Instead of the usual kiss on the cheek, Paul turned my face and landed a sloppy kiss onmylips.

I recoiled awayfromhim.

Paul held my face with one hand and punctuated the kiss with a little slap on my ass with theother.

I pulled back andglared.

"What are you two doing up here?" Paulasked.

"This is Harrison Crawford. He's doing the woodwork in the house. Built-in bookshelves, some furniture, stuff like that." I motioned towardHarrison.

"Okay. That sounds fine." Paul walked over with his hand outstretched. "PaulMcIntyre."

"Harrison. Nice to meet you." Harrison took Paul's hand and shook itfirmly.

Paul had to look up at Harrison, but he maintained eye contact as heshookback.

"You too." Paul walked around the room. He kept one eye on Harrison and one eye on me. "Well, why don't you two fill me in on what else you have planned for myhouse."

I cringed as he used the wordmy. I shook my head and looked over atHarrison.

He glared at Paul. The scowl on his face told me what he thought of myhusband.

We madeour way back to the main house, and I showed Paul my plan for thegameroom.

"The exposed beams in the ceiling will give it a medieval effect, which will be a neat contrast to the modern—" Ipointedup.

"Beams in the ceiling," Paul interrupted and chuckled the condescending laugh he had perfected when addressing me. "Why? We already tore down thedungeon."

"It will go with my ideas for the furniture intheroom."

"No." Paul sauntered up to me. "You sure this job isn't too big for you? I want the place to look elegant. Be a showpiece."

"It will be." I hated the sound of my voice. The high-pitched tone came out when Paul treated me like a two-year-old.

I avoided eye contact with Harrison. He stood a few feet away in a protective stance. I could feel hisdisapproval.

We headed downstairs. I turned to Paul as he inspected the windows, looking for somethingwrong.

He couldn't find anything. This house was flawless. It stood out from the rest of the neighborhood. All the things hewanted.

I returned to the study and gathered some of my books. Harrison stood near the front door and scrolled through his phone. His face had a strange expression. He looked up and found me watching him butlookedaway.

Paul wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. His aftershave made me sneeze. It was too much. He covered hisscent.

Not likeHarrison.

Stop it,Brooklyn.

Paul kissed the back of my neck and rubbed his dick againstmyass.

"I can't wait to fuck you in every room of this house," he said in a loudwhisper.