HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Bianca

55 vouchers

I know my face had already turned pink before I could even try to school my expression. The question was still hanging in the air and I was still standing there, feeling things I did not want to be feeling, when he said it.

“Let me help you.”

And then, before I could even form response, he lifted me like I was nothing, like picking up a whole human being was something people just did in the middle of normal conversations.

He carried me to the bed and placed me on it softly, which almost made it worse because he was being gentle about the whole thing and gentleness from him was somehow harder to deal with than the other versions of him.

He unzipped my dress then he stood back. “You’ll do the rest by yourself,” he said and walked away from the bed. /

I sat there for a second, just staring at his back. This was the second time now, the second time he had taken me completely apart and then just… stopped. Stepped back, returned to being composed and unbothered while I was sitting here trying to remember what time it was. My brain was genuinely running slow and I was annoyed, I was really genuinely annoyed, not in a small way, in a this-man-is-going-to-be-the-end-of-me kind of way.

“I just need him inside me.”

The thought was loud and embarrassingly honest and I hated it. I hated that it was the most coherent thing my brain had produced in the last ten minutes. Because the other side of my brain, the professional, 1-have-a-whole-career-to-protect side, kept throwing up images of Monday.

Of the office, of seeing him across a conference table or in a hallway or in a lift, and having to act like none of this ever happened. And every time that image appeared, something in me wanted to pump the brakes, wanted to say okay, stop here, this is far enough.

But then the other part would say: once more. Just once more, what is the actual damage.

I was going in circles and getting nowhere. “Can you hear me?” He was now in front of me. I had not noticed him move and his hand was on my shoulder, shaking me lightly.

I blinked. “Oh, sorry. You said?”

“We are leaving tomorrow evening,” he repeated, “you can go out, anywhere you want, but be back before 4pm.”

“Actually,” I said, “my phone has a bit of an issue. The time zones are not updating.” I looked up at him. “Where exactly are we?”

He looked at me for a second then he laughed softly, just a quiet exhale through his nose, but it was a laugh.

I frowned. “That is not an answer.”

“Mexico,” he said.

“Oh I sat with that for a second. “Okay.”

“Yes,” he said “Angry bird.”

He tapped my forehead Lightly, with two fingers, like I was a child who had just said something endearing. Then he stood up straight, straightened his shirt, and said “Be good,” and then he walked out.

I sat on that bed for another minute before I started undressing and luckily for me, I didn’t even have to think about of a lot

22

O

Chapter 30

of things before I fell asleep.

55 vouchers

The next morning, I refused to think about him. I was very deliberate about it. I got dressed, told Adam I wanted to go out, and we spent the morning just moving through the city. Mexico had a particular kind of energy, warm and loud in the right

ways.

I bought things I did not need, I ate something at a small place Adam found that was genuinely the best thing had eaten in months. I laughed at something Adam said, normal things, things that had absolutely nothing to do with a man who make me re think my life decisions every minute.

By 2pm we were back and I was packing, by 4pm we were on the jet and I was asleep before we had fully leveled out. Whatever the last few days had taken out of me, my body had apparently decided to collect payment immediately. I did not dream. I just went dark and stayed there until we landed.

Felix and the driver took me home.

I was in the back seat, head still a little heavy from the sleep, watching the streets pass outside the window in that familiar way of a city that moves. My bag was on the seat beside me. My shoes were slightly uncomfortable.

Everything felt normal until my phone rang. I glanced at the screen. It was Max.

I stared at it for a second. The phone rang again, his name sitting there on the screen, patient and unbothered, like the call was a perfectly reasonable thing to be receiving.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify