Chapter 18 Wife

Rory’s POV

I’m semi-stunned as I freeze in Colt’s arms as he curses under his breath. I look up at him in confusion as I watch him grind his teeth in frustration as some drama queen sashays her way to us on the dance floor. The closer she gets, the angrier he gets. I can practically feel him vibrating under my touch. For the moment, all the background noise fades away as we both focus on the impending confrontation... And how do I know there's about to be a fight? It's the look of determination on her face.

Who is she? Whoever it is he is definitely not happy to see her. And still he doesn’t release me from his strong embrace… Or maybe it’s more of a protective shield. Either way, I'm grateful to be in his arms. I don't think I want to be anywhere near this crazy chick!

“Colt, baby, what the hell do you think you are doing?” she whines, pawing at the man holding me to him, who seems about to loose his cool. I can practically hear him grinding his teeth in agitation.

I’m not the only one watching. Many of the couples on the dance floor look over at the little drama playing out in the middle of the busy club. Even the music stops for a moment as we are the center of attention… Which for me is never a good thing. I’d much rather go hide in a dark corner than have everyone’s eyes on me.

Call me crazy, but having attention when I was little only meant I was about to be punished for something I didn't do. Now it looks like history is about to repeat itself... Is it just Fate's way of messing with me?

I try to hide my face in his chest to get away from all the inquisitive eyes and knowing smirks. Not sure what the smirks are for, only it’s probably a bad thing.

“Belle, who the hell let you in?” Colt grumbles as he pulls me closer to him, rubbing my back to calm me down. It almost works, if we weren’t in front of some bitch looking for attention.

Yes, I know her type. I've had to deal with them forever... And let me just say, she is the cliche of every mean girl story ever told!

“Well, I’m your wife!” She sneers at me, reaching out to pull my hair. It hurts like hell and I yelp and squirm out of her grasp.

But then I registered what she said. Shock rocks through my body and I looked up at Colt, not sure how to feel. I don’t know why I feel a bit of betrayal and hurt. We never actually talked about his past. We didn’t actually have time.

But the look on his face makes me think he actually doesn’t give a damn that he was caught with me in his arms. The look is more than a little confusing. Shouldn't he be worried if he was caught with another woman in is arms in front of his wife?

“Is that true?” I ask softly. The only reason he could hear me was because everything was dead silent at the moment. No one was moving, only looking at the little performance like we were the most entertaining thing in the whole damn place.

“Technically, yes Belle is my wife. But she won’t be for long. I promise I’ll tell you everything,” He whispers in my ear. “Trust me,” He implored, looking so sincere.

“I do,” I nod my head.

I don’t know if I’m stupid or not, but I do trust him. He doesn’t seem like someone with malicious intent, unlike this crazy blonde snarling at me. She may have looked pretty if her face wasn’t all twisted up in disgust. I’m not sure my face is any different from hers at the moment. My head still stings from her pulling my hair for absolutely no reason.

“Not after Nash let’s me know the judge signed off on the damn divorce papers,” He growls at the woman with a fake hurt face. Her lower lip trembles and I’m almost impressed with her because she can cry on demand. She must be a really good actress.

Then it hits me. She came here to make us look like the bad guys. She wants everyone in here to think I was trying to steal him from her, when this is far from the truth. She wants people's pity. From the look around the room, everyone is divided on who they believe.

However, Colt doesn’t look at anyone else as he faces off with the woman. He looks like he regrets ever meeting the woman.

Then he sighs and looks down at me with a soft look. “Aurora, don’t believe a damn word she says. Yeah, she is technically my wife, but this was the business Nash and I were talking about on the day you met me. My wife was cheating on me and I’m filing for divorce,” he gives me a weak smile. “I am not here to cause problems, but she… I dunno. She thinks she can keep me in a relationship I don’t want anymore.”

“Oh,” I say. Because what else can I say to that? I don’t mind that he hadn’t told me, but it would’ve been nice to have come prepared. I’m still in shock from the whole wife thing. But thinking about it, I'm really not surprised he'd been married. I mean, who wouldn't want a chance with him?