Chapter 12 ~ Ridiculous
Alex
The door slams shut behind me as I take in the sight before me–Athena flushed and laughing, her head tipped back against the counter, a half–empty bottle of vodka between her and Noah.
Am I losing my mind?
Athena has always been laid back. Never did anything out of the ordinary. I liked to call her plain in my head because of how easy
she was to read.
But now, standing here, I’m starting to wonder who the fuck I married.
My gaze locks onto the alcohol, then flicks to my wife. Her eyes are glassy, her movements slow.
Fucking drunk.
I shift my attention to Noah, standing too damn close to her. His casual smirk as he looks at me only fuels my anger and it feels
like I just might kill my cousin.
Have I missed something?
I have always entrusted her to him. For pick–ups. Anything she needed I assigned him. But now I’m starting to wonder if by doing
that I’ve been playing fucking cubid.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice is cold, and sharp, demanding an answer.
Noah barely blinks, his smirk still in place and it takes so much strength not to knock him the fuck out.
“Playing cards. Having a drink. You should try it sometime.”
I take a step forward, my fists clenching. “Why did you give her alcohol?”
Noah tilts his head. “She’s a grown woman, Alex. She can make her own choices.”
My chest tightens with something foreign. A feeling I don’t understand but can’t suppress.
I tell myself it’s an annoyance–irritation at how sore my body is and not because of seeing my wife laugh so carelessly with
someone else.
But the truth is far more infuriating.
It’s laughing in my face.
I’ve never seen her like this.
Not with me.
And that realization makes my blood boil.
I don’t love her. Hell, I’m about to divorce her.
So why do I suddenly want to rip my cousin’s throat out?
“She’s not just any woman, Noah. You know that.” I spit. Not caring what that makes me sound like.
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