Chapter 6

Georgina West

We just stood there, staring at each other's faces, as I completely forgot about the fact that I was in a skimpy towel and he was inches away from me. I had lost my voice, and my mind had betrayed me by going blank.

Archer, the calmest guy I knew, looked so angry today that it silenced me. I knew he was never one to be unreasonable, but was it all my fault?

"Okay, can we please discuss this before you make any major decisions, like changing our children's residence? We had so many discussions before we decided to end our relationship—"

"You decided," he corrected me instantly, making me clench my jaw.

"Archer, just because you didn't want to end this marriage doesn't automatically make you right. You weren't the one suffering. You weren't the one seeing me working with the one person you've always been insecure about. I was at my lowest point, and my husband wouldn't come home until 12-1 am, always with Aurora," I explained in a soft voice, not wanting the argument to escalate.

"Sweetheart, the minute the twins were born, they started getting death threats. So many people out there wanted to kill the 'new heir' to get revenge on me. I didn't tell you how gruesome things were because you had just given birth, and I didn't want to disturb you more. I didn't think you could handle hearing the threats we were getting, but I had to hear them. It took a real toll on me. Yes, I was working with Aurora because she was the only one who could help me out, but trust me when I say I was in no mood to even entertain the thought of romance or sex, with you or anyone. The only reason I might have ignored you was because I had locked myself up from everyone—"

"For a WHOLE YEAR?" I asked, tears brimming in my eyes as old memories of coming back from the hospital and then barely seeing my husband for a whole year rushed back.

"I'm sorry, yes. We were both going through something, and I should have been vocal about my problems like you were, but I had to protect you from the things that were disturbing me," he explained, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath.

"I tried talking to you a thousand times while taking care of two of our kids, and you would completely shut me down. The only person you would talk to was Aurora," I said, her name escaping my lips in anger as tears finally fell down my cheeks.

"Only about work and protecting you and our children. Nothing else. I never opened up to her or anyone. Georgie, there is nothing going on between us," Archer said in a frustrated tone.

"But you continue working with a beautiful woman in close quarters who happens to be madly in love with you. The woman your parents wanted you to marry. The woman who always dreamed of being your wife. I'm sorry if her being around you makes me uncomfortable," I told him, wiping my tears while holding my towel in place with my other hand.

"She is not in love with me, and I'm sorry, but I cannot fire her or remove her. She's my mom's protégé. There's nothing I can do about it," he explained, and I shook my head.

"I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm just removing myself from the situation," I told him as I finally pushed against his chest and moved past him to sit down on the bed.

"Not just you. You're taking my kids away from me. They want to live here with me," he said, something unexplainable flashing in his eyes. "You think I want to live alone, without my children in my house, and go to sleep like a bachelor? You think I like seeing them for just an hour a day during breakfast and when I drop them off?" He asked, and I stared at him.

"So what's the solution? You want them to live here?" I asked, my heart thumping loudly.

Of course, I knew what he meant. The thought of living in my place without my children broke my heart into thousands of pieces. If they stayed here, I wouldn't get to see them as much as I do now.

"Yes, I do want that. As I said, you can stay here too. It's a big mansion. So I'm not trying to separate our kids from either of their parents," he explained, and I rubbed my head, too exhausted to process anything. I couldn't stay in my ex's house, no matter how big it was.

"I need to discuss this with Toby—" I began, but he cut me off.

"You can discuss YOUR living situation with that weasel. The kids are staying here," he declared, and I took a deep breath to control my anger.

"You're being an asshole now," I told him, which made him chuckle dryly.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed sarcastically as he knelt down near the edge of the bed where I was sitting. "I'd be an asshole if I had that pasty little man kidnapped, and then I would take my time beating him to death," he continued, his hand on my bare thigh, making me squeeze my legs together immediately.

“Archer, if you do anything to him, I will kill you.” I warned him, knowing what he is capable of. He has said these things to me too many time now and I can’t ignore them anymore. I knew when Archer was just fooling around and this wasn’t it.

“It’s alright. You won’t miss him much.” My eyes widen as I feel his hand sneaking in my towel making me panic as I quickly hold on to his massive hand on my inner thigh, slowly going up.

“Archer please. What have you done? Are you crazy? Where is Toby?” I ask him as I hold on to his hand tightly but he was too strong.

“You’ll thank me one day.” He says as I whimper a little when I feel his warm fingers lightly brushing my core making electricity shoot up my spine.

"Archer, no, please, tell me you're joking. This isn't funny," I pleaded as I urgently cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my gaze.

"Georgie, I've had enough of this situation. My brothers were right. I need to take some action. You might resent me for a few years, but eventually, you'll move on. I just can't continue living like this. It's so depressing, and every time I see that man's hand around you, it takes every fiber in my body to resist the urge to pull out my gun and deal with him," he confessed, his voice laden with frustration and pain.

“Oh god, Archer. Wait.” I gasped as I felt two finger entering me slowly making my eyes roll back, “Archer, what did you do? Please tell me.” I ask him as I rest my head on his shoulder, not wanting him to see my face.

“Nothing yet, I am taking baby steps.” He tells me as he starts pumping in and out of me slickly as I bit down on his shoulder to control my moans.

“Archer, this is inappropriate, I have a boyfriend, this isn’t right. Please stop.” I say as I close my eyes, breathing into his neck, his raw masculine scent filling my nose.

“Georgie, he is a useless man. He doesn’t deserve to touch you.” My hands held on to his muscular shoulders as I felt him fondle my clit making me lose my mind.

“Archer, I-I….” I tried to say as I felt pleasure building up in my stomach, my nails digging into his shoulder and his biceps.

“I miss being inside you so much. God, every time you bend down in front of me or even look at me, I just want to fuck you so hard. The second you let me, I swear I am going to devour that tight little thing. Fuck, you are so wet.” I moaned in his ears as I felt an orgasm building up and soon hitting me like a pile of bricks as I fell flat on my back on the mattress.

“OH god.” My eyes widen as I realize what had just happened.