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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWODINNERMy in-laws have reserved a table at one of those impossibly luxurious, Japanese-styled restaurants that prides itself on elegance and exclusivity. I don’t mind if we are being honest. I have missed some good Wagyu. By the time we arrive, they are already seated inside, no doubt having made sure everything is perfectly arranged down to the last detail.I am dressed in a fitted Chanel piece, something understated yet expensive enough to meet their standards, and as we step out of the car, Mark automatically reaches for my hand. The gesture is practiced, almost instinctive, like muscle memory from years of playing this role together.For a brief second, my gaze shifts past him. Dante stands a short distance away, one of the three members of the security detail accompanying us tonight. His expression is perfectly neutral and professional, as though last night does not exist outside of my own mind. I quickly push the image out of my brain. Dante is too much of a w

CHAPTER THIRTY FOURA LITTLE RELAXATIONDante doesn’t take me home right away and honestly I’m quite grateful for that. That place is suffocating and no longer feels like home. Instead, he parks somewhere quiet, away from the rush of the city, and we end up sitting on the hood of the car, the night air cool against my skin as the distant glow of New York flickers around us. There is something oddly peaceful about it, a kind of stillness I have not allowed myself to feel in a long time. Mark is attending an overnight conference in Atlanta. He won’t be back until tomorrow, preferably in the evening. Not that I can stand him anyway. Trapping me in a marriage using a fucking prenup? I might have been a valedictorian in high school, but I was sure as hell not smart enough to see through the fucking prenup when I agreed to it. It’s quite pathetic of me if you think about it. Idiotic even.He pulls out a cigarette, tapping it lightly against the pack before placing it between his lips, then

CHAPTER THIRTY SIXMINE“Yes! Fuck yes! Dante!” I can barely hear what I’m saying above the screams of pleasure as Dante’s dick punished my walls with every unforgiving thrust until I can’t even feel my legs anymore.I’m bended over in the guest bedroom which has honestly become my very sanctuary, Dante behind me and we are both sleek with sweat. He is fucking relentless in his quest to make sure I don’t walk properly and I’m definitely grateful for that. Like i said, he is the perfect dick-straction. Mark has already landed at the airport and he should be here in the next twenty minutes or so. But who gives a fuck? I’m so damn close to climax that he is the last thing in my head. It’s risky and Dante could get fired. But the idea of Mark’s face when he finally realizes that something he always considered only his is being touched in all the naughtiest ways he could never, makes something inside me twist with happiness.Maybe it’s because I fucking hate him with all my heart and soul.