The Crushed Mate Who Struck Back
“She literally carries your scent. That’s how I know you’ve been sleeping with her while you claim to be hiding her. Pathetic. She doesn’t even know she smells different.”
I growled, offended by his accusation. Apparently, Max and Lois could hear the ongoing conversation because they both arched their brows at the same time when they heard the stranger’s weird response.
I inhaled and exhaled for a minute before I replied. “I think you’ve got the wrong number. I don’t fornicate with other men’s wives.”
“It’s not the wrong number, you jerk. You’ve been fucking this particular one because she’s nothing but a whore.” he whispered, “You should be looking for Scarlett, isn’t it?”