THE MARRIAGE GAME
"Do you understand me?"
But instead of fear, I see satisfaction in his eyes, like he's won some twisted game. He doesn't resist, doesn't flinch, just looks at me with that damn smirk. "Touched a nerve, did I?"
I release him, shoving him back into the chair with more force than necessary. He straightens his suit, still grinning like the arrogant bastard he is.
"This was fun, Liam," Marco says as he stands, brushing off his collar. "We should do it again sometime. Maybe next time we can talk more about your lovely wife."
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