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Sexy Behind The Mask

Chapter 6 Divorcing

Word Count: 1778    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

that highlighted both the risks and potential benefits of the acquisition, excluding the information Grayson had uncovered. S

lashed on her phone. Perfect timing. She needed to get those tests done, then she had plans to meet her friends for dinner. Plans she had

delivered... small, discreet cameras that would help document Riley's in

Mrs. Smith? It's

her oversized blazer. "I'll finish anyth

Mr. Taylo

nt." Honey paused, then adde

a message. She expected it to be Grayson with some last-m

o tonight. Maggie con

gie a dedicated surgeon... they'd remained close. They were also the only people besides her father and Riley who knew the real Honey Johnson, not the care

t more than you kn

with a promise to call with results tomorrow afternoon, Honey finally h

ed as she read it. Working late... right. More likely he was with the teenage housekeeper again. Honey knew the girl was nineteen and le

then the frumpy clothes. She stood before her closet, considering what to wear. For so long, she'd defaulted to whateve

uld think. He wasn't invited and she d

d cleavage to be sexy without crossing into inappropriate. She paired it with strappy heels that added four inches to

hair cascade around her shoulders, brushing it until it gleamed. Her makeup highlighted her

'd been a stranger for the past few years, Riley didn't like her wearing make

e'd found the thong, one in the kitchen, another in the hallway with a view of the front door, and one pointing toward their bedroom, with another covering the spare

se and headed out. On the way to the restaurant, she s

surveillance tonight.

ut Riley yet. She wanted to wai

ight energy. She spotted Lauren and Maggie at a corner table, both already nursing cocktai

. She stood up, wavi

med as Honey approached. "The real Hone

leased, stood to embrace her. "You

her seat. "I'm g

martini glasses ha

ned forward, lowering her voi

nd tonic the waiter brought, taking a generous sip. "Found a hot pink thong in our

professionalism momentarily abandoned. "I knew

I mean, obviously you're not okay, b

the evidence was almost... relieving. I've already hired a PI, had my blood tested j

as?" Lauren's

had set everything up in a trust. Which she had access to on her 25th birthday two months ago. She didn't need the money, so she had just let the investors manage t

out the trash. And making him pay fo

her shoulders ease slightly. She had a plan, she had support, and she had the

s... you're not confron

years. Making me think I'm the problem. I'm paranoid, I'm too focused on working, not sexy enough, too cold in bed. If I confront him now, he'

ed. "I always thought yo

d him," Honey acknowledged. "I should

it now." There was a shadow that fell over Lauren's face but before Honey could ask her about it, the waiter returned to take thei

er guard down completely. As their entrées arr

k, "now that you're getting divorced, are you go

n the business I own 10% of and stepping away from being known as Gage Johnson's daughter. I loved numbe

ed. "The way you talk about him at times,

re how to characterize him anymore. "Well, it feels like it sometimes. He is

opped mid-sentence, her eyes fixed on som

turned to fo

uren hissed, but

or himself. And he wasn't alone. A tall, elegantly beautiful blonde woman

aggie whispered, impressed

her. She tells everyone she meets. He is a real catch for her." Both Lauren and Morgan were actress

that wasn't his fiancé. Maybe it was innocent. Honey fel

" Honey muttered, sign

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“She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."”