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Callums pov“Bench more than he does,” Roman responded, in the same tone of voice as if he were speaking about the weather.I laughed. A real laugh that I didn’t think I was capable of giving. “Oh my gosh, Roman. Shut up. You are such a liar!”“You remember those weights I got in the gym and lifted? The ones you told me about last time? You said they looked, ‘unnecessarily heavy.’”I nodded cautiously. Of course I did. How could I forget? They were this mound of serious-looking black metal junk over at one end of the gym room."They're lightweight compared to the heavy area I’ve lifted and that is what reacher benches," he said, his grin widening. "Back in the army, I had weights doubled. Twice the density.”I kept staring at him. This had to be a joke. What the hell!“So you’re stronger than a fictional person. Big deal.”“It’s not actually,” he laughed. "It's just sort of… weight. It's just physics." Another shrug. "I remember one time in Kandahar, my Humvee got flipped in an ambush

Callums povAdam who had been overheating the conversation chimed in. “Hey, Roman. Yeah, he’d love to. He’s on his way.” He hit ‘end’ then tossed the phone back to me with a smile I wanted to punch right off his face.“What are you doing?” I hissed.“I’m taking your things home,” he said, like that was the most obvious plan in the world. He wrenched open the limo door and climbed inside.“How am I supposed to get home?” I cried. “You can’t just leave me here you know.”He waved a hand at Roman through the glass. “He’ll take you home. It’s what you guys do! Remember? Story line! Fun times, lovebirds!” Then he closed the door and the window dropped an inch. “And try not to kill each other! Literally!”I stood there as the driver shrugged at me before getting in and the limo pulled away. I stood at the curb in rage as I looked across the street to see him still sitting and watching me in surprise.I stood there for a full minute, fuming, debating whether to just call an Uber and leave hi

Callums povThe words seemed to strangle me with treachery,“The illusion is there to protect the reality, Callum,” Adam said softly. “The reality is that you need a guy who will knock a potential threat on his ass without a second thought. The illusion is that he’s your loving husband so he can be close enough to do it. He is doing a great job being both from my angle.I ran a hand through my hair. It was a mess. I was a mess. “I know. I know that. Logically, I know that. It’s just… hard. He’s so… intense. And I just… I snapped.”“Yeah, you did," Adam agreed, not in a kind way. “So maybe cut the guy a little slack. Let him do his thing. The thing you’re paying him an ungodly amount of money to do.”I sighed and looked around. “So you expect me to let him run around taking down every threat in his way?”“I didn’t say that,” he sighed. “I’m saying… trust his instinct. Just a little. His instinct just now was to protect you.”I stayed there for a while before signing as I turned to the

Roman’s povAdam’s face had drained of all colour like he was sick and Callum’s face had gone a deep, angry-red colour. He looked pissed with his fused hands by his side. “What. The fuck. Was that?”I blinked at him stupidly for a moment before answering. “He was going for you. I told you the place felt wrong. Did my job.”“Your job?” Callum’s voice rose, cracking on the words. “Your job was to stand there and look pretty! Your job was to not cause a scene! Your job was not to body-slam some random junkie through a display of two-hundred-dollar ties!”“He wasn’t a random junkie, he was a threat until proven otherwise,” I shot back, my own temper starting to fray. “My job is to assess and react. I assessed. I reacted.”Adam looked at the people staring at us as he told the salesman to push people out of the store. The salesman nodded and went ahead to shove people out as Adam looked at us.“The press is probably already filming this out there! ‘Billionaire’s New Husband is a Violent M

Roman’s povI took the jacket. The leather was soft, like nothing I’d ever felt before. In that instant, I could feel all of their eyes on me, the salesman’s, Adam’s, and everybody else in the store who had all turned to look, I think I felt Callum’s most of all.This wasn’t protection clothing. This was performance art clothing. I sighed as I decided to do what they wanted from me.I just followed them. Where else was I gonna go? I was the stupid one who signed the contract, after all. I didn’t complain. I held up jackets, put on pants that felt like wearing air, and stood on a little pedestal while a tailor fussed around my legs with pins in his mouth.The whole time, though, my eyes were on the doors. The hair on my neck was up. Something didn’t feel right. The crowd outside the glass doors was moving, as the store was getting a bit too full for a Tuesday afternoon.I tried to say how uncomfortable I felt but could get only half of what I meant to out. “Callum,” I said. “It’s gett

Roman’s povI just needed him off my back. Anything he was thinking of doing I wanted him to stop and leave me alone. This shopping trip… I couldn’t wait for it to be all over so I would get back to my life.“You’re not fine. You look like a wall. You realize people are going to see you, they’re going to want pictures. ‘Callum West’s reclusive husband!’ That’ll sell papers. So you have to…” He trailed off and waved his hand in the air vaguely. “Smile. Look like you don’t totally hate him.”I sighed, the air rushing from my lungs in a tired whoosh. “I’ll try to smile,” I mumbled. It sounded as unconvincing as I felt.He didn’t care if I was convincing or not. He seemed to like my words as he nodded.It didn’t take long before we got to the mall as the driver notified us and Adam looked at me with a smile and a nod. Oh this was going to be a long day I thought.Callum didn’t look like he cared. From what I was seeing he just wanted to get rid of me so he would go back to his phone or hi