Chapter 9

“I want to talk to you,” I spoke as the wall clock binged with the completion of one round. Ethan spread himself in the study, going through a few of his files and making rough notes.

“I’m busy.” His blunt reply crept into my ears.

“It’s important,” I stated, tapping my fingers against the headrest of the chair that lay before the table. He let out a rough sigh and closed his laptop. Leaning back in the chair, with arms held folded, he waited for me to continue.

“Jess was suggesting us to go on a honeymoon,” I said, clutching the rim of the chairs and gently digging my nails into them.

He frowned. “Who’s that?”

“The woman who just got kicked out of this house. You didn’t really have to be so rude to her, by the way. She was being nice to you. Anyways, back to it. I’m really worried about how my marriage is going to affect my career and you already know that people aren’t accepting what we are projecting. We need to be a little more-”

“We are not going anywhere, Skylar. I have work to