Page 57 of The Tycoon
“You cheated on me!”
Sutton stiffens beneath me.
“What?” he asks, his voice encased in confusion.
Gritting my teeth, I repeat myself, enunciating each word.
“You. Cheated. On. Me!”
Pulling himself into a seated position, he looks at me like I have grown a third eye. Huffing an odd laugh, he shakes his head.
“No, never. I would never chea–”
“I SAW IT, SUTTON!” I scream.
Sitting up, I toss the comforter from our bodies and boldly climb onto him. Straddling his lap, I bring my face to within an inch of his. His strong hands settle on my waist, worry flashes across his handsome face. I know he’s trying to deescalatethe situation by staying as calm as possible, but it’s not going to work. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt such rage.
“Sam showed me the video!” I yell.
“What video?” he asks.
“SHH! LET ME SPEAK!” I scream.
Pushing out a shaky breath, he reluctantly nods.
I pause for a moment to make sure he won’t interrupt me again. His fingertips press into my skin, encouraging me to continue. I hate that his touch calms me just enough to stop me from screaming.
“Sam was down at River Walk last night and saw you.”
Sutton’s dark blue eyes widen, his mouth falls open in shock. He is terrified, the guilty bastard knows he’s been caught.
“He took a video, you know. And imagine my surprise when I saw fuckingSavannahslink on up to you! She bent down,licked your neck…which, by the way, you sure as hell looked like you loved that! Anyways, you stood up, took her arm, and walked out of the restaurant. Likehellyou were in meetings all night, Sutton! You were fucking your assistant all night!That’s what you were doing!I mean, hell! Look at your face! The sex must have beenwildfor her to claw you like that!”
Shaking his head, he closes his eyes. I watch as he clenches and relaxes his jaw. When he opens his eyes again, I’m taken aback when I notice them start to well with tears.
“Oh, Dolly that…no, you’ve got it all wrong,” he says, his voice filled with pain.
Not wanting to be swayed by hispoor little ole’ meact, I roll my eyes. Fully sitting down on his lap, I fold my arms over my chest.
“Do I? Do I really?” I retort, my tone thick with annoyance.
Nodding his head, his chin trembles as two tears roll down his face.
“You do. That…that woman wasn’t Savannah,” he whispers.
Pulling back slightly, my head leans as I survey his guilt-ridden expression. I am both disgusted and confused. Disgusted because he copped up to being out on a date with another woman. Confused as to why he’s denying that the brunette is his assistant. I have met the woman, I think I know what she looks like.
“It wasn’t Savannah?! Then who the hell was it? Huh? Who did youfuck,Sutton?”
“I didn’t fuckanyone,Dolly! These claw marks weren’t given to me during sex! I swear to God! Yes, I took this woman out to dinner BUT, but! It’s not what you think…I swear! Please…please…just let me explain!” he begs, his southern accent ramping with every word.“Please,allow me to tell you the whole ugly truth!”
Blinking at him, I scan for any hint of a lie. I have neverseen him look like this, he’s desperate and coming undone. All the color has drained from his face, his eyes are wild and glassy with unshed tears. His hands shake as they continue to hold my waist. It’s such a departure from the cool and collected man he portrays to be.
Nodding my head, I agree to hear him out. I’m genuinely curious as to what he has to say.
“Fine. Talk.”
Swallowing hard, he tries to regain his composure. Taking a handful of regulated breaths, more tears tumble down his newly paled cheeks as he speaks.