A Rich Man’s Wife

Chapter 2: A Rich Man's Son“Did you like the show?” Cody grinned. “Are you always this crude, or do you save it just for women married to your father?”Her response seemed to excite and possibly intrigue him too. “Only the ones who watch me while they bite their lip.”Marilyn stared at the inked menace as he stepped into the light.Shirtless, smug, every inch the arrogant bastard he was raised to be. She should’ve slapped him. She should’ve walked away. But her legs didn’t move. And her core still throbbed.Then it dawned on her. “You live here as well?” “Bingo!” He swung himself onto the edge of the table like it was his throne and slowly took in the beauty standing in front of him. His father's new wife. What a shame. She could’ve had fire. Instead she picked frost.“For Victor's sake, make better choices next time.” She raised her chin high. The brunette from earlier walked to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Call me.” She purred before disappearing into the night. H

Chapter 4: A Rich Wife's Lie. “Should I call security… or are you two just into weird foreplay?”She turned to him, pulse hammering. Her mission was slipping through her fingers. And now, so was her control.He leaned against the wall, eyes flicking between her and Nina.She knew Cody wasn’t stupid. And he’d just seen too much. Nina gave Cody a long, amused glance before gliding past him. “You Fontaine men are always interrupting things.” Her voice coiled like smoke as she whispered in Marilyn’s ear. “The Branch always keeps an eye on its thorns.”She immediately vanished like a shadow, her heels echoing down the hall. Marilyn stood frozen, her wrist still burning from Nina’s nails.Then Cody stepped closer, curious and sharp-eyed.“Marilyn,” he said, voice slow and low, “you want to tell me why my father’s wife was cornered by a woman who looks like she runs a poison ring in Prague?”Marilyn inhaled, gathering herself like a veil. No panic. No flinch. Just the tilt of her chin, the