My billionaire husband is a CHEAT

grab your

che. "You don't have

es a grin. The gold watch on his hand gli

ot glass. "I don't see any bruises

u." I fli

t scared of her." He pauses. Leans

sport, but she's

ick muses, "I'm sure I saw her at comp

. Harriet stood outside the ring, wearing sexy shorts, heels and a bulky red jacket.

king. Scheming. Dreaming up ways to approach the sp

ot glass and knocks it back like medicine. His

ike I don't know

ning Cindy's car?" He gives me a once-ov

talk later and

called you

warn you she's suing your wife for damages. Sound

do anything." My shoulders

toe against my wife. She's the type with a million sha

ick murmurs. "You

and now you'll have

kind of understanding anyway, so it wouldn

ard." Patrick gestu

oung." Besides, I don't reall

trick slides a refilled shot glass at

of amazing things with her tongue... "She was great in bed. Loud. Flexible." My heart jumps just thinki

urst out

although that was so high-pitched, it often felt like I was pounding into a cartoon rather than a rea

se brain cells. After a while, I told her not to talk around me. She thought it was some kind of kink, b

aves a hand. "Women are emotional nutcases, man. If you don't go

ng my losses."

bout than Cindy. Harriet's pissed off. I'm not sure what she's think

" "So

trick nudges me with his elbow. "

she's no longer the She-Hulk." Patrick bu

ver seen her lose it like that. She was crying and smashing

n me. "You almost sound

g a hand, he inspects the wedding ring on hi

and stare him down in challenge. "If I didn't care

dating man with skin so black it's almost blue. He wears his hair cropped cl

job keeping the riff-raff out, they promoted him to manager. Patrick is scary g

with a glower of my own.

you get

get the entire bar's attention. Heads whip arou

is w

need to stay one-step ahead so drama like this doesn't happen." He waves his hand

need your

he says with a coc

," I mumble, running a hand

underside of his hand. "Your women. The ones who nee

t I said? Harriet set a damn trap for

t led to today's events. In the future, you've gotta be more subtle. Take me for example." He stabs a finger on his chest, rustling one of his five gold c

eyes. "T

d thumb. "I've got two different credit cards

t to talk to a woman, Patrick. You're livin

oshes through the cup. "Politicians. Movie stars. Deacons. Hell, pastors have a long, holy history of bending their secretaries over the desk." The bar's overhead lights glitter in his black eyes. "It's not that complicat

leave a film of mud on my

d, change my clothes, and have a smoke so my wife can't smell nothing on me." Leaning back, Patrick

in my head when I catch

roat immediately tightens w

he foyer and land on a pile of suitcases sitting priml

until their stiff. "Harri

kitchen, her sharp eyes looking just as dangerous as the knife in her

knife down and s

whisper. "You put your hands around her. Drank wine with her. And

se both hands. "You t

e defaulted to repair mode and all I can focus on, in this

a long, white dress with flowers all over it

ten pudgy around her arms and shoulders. Even her chee

r of honey in the morning. Dark hair frames her heart-shaped face

wife in for a Cindy and that truth hammers

f me and I stare into her eyes

s with every breath. "Th

I got tricked. Again. "But," Harriet lifts the k

nderstan

body hardens at the touch of her skin. Turning swiftly before she sees how tu