HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

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“I already called her,” I said, before he could ask again. “Since afternoon. I told her everything already, sir.”

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He blinked at that, like he wasn’t expecting me to have handled it before he even finished setting his own plan in motion. “You called her since afternoon?”

“Yes. There’s no need to call again.”

He was quiet for a second, his eyes moving over my face like he was trying to catch me in a lie, but there was nothing to catch. It was the truth. I had called Emma right after lunch, sitting alone in the small kitchen at the back of the office, telling her friend will send someone trusted would be coming to check on her later in case I got held up.

Adrian tilted his head slightly, something amused pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Then why were you packing your things like you were rushing to leave?”

“Because I thought you left, sir,” I said simply, and it was true. I had looked around everywhere earlier with style and found it empty, the light off, and assumed the day was done for both of us.

He didn’t say anything to that, just looked at me for a moment longer, like he was deciding whether to let it go. Then he nodded once and reached for his jacket hanging off the back of his chair.

“Let’s go,” he said, and just like that we were moving.

We walked out together, down the quiet hallway, past the cleaners already starting their rounds for the night, down into the elevator where neither of us said a single word, the silence between us different from the one earlier that day. This was not heavy, almost comfortable, if I let myself think about it that way.

When the elevator doors opened into the parking lot, the first thing I saw was Amanda, leaning against her car a few spaces away, arms crossed, clearly waiting for me like she always did before we both drove home together. Her eyes landed on me first, then slid to Adrian walking just behind me, and her eyebrows shot up so fast I almost laughed.

I wasn’t having it though, not tonight. I gave her the smallest nod I could manage, enough to tell her not to ask questions or say something wild right there in the open parking lot with Adrian standing close enough to hear every word she might throw at me. She caught the look and, for once, didn’t push it, though I could already imagine the number of messages waiting for me later.

I got into Adrian’s car without another glance back at her. He didn’t say where we were going, and I didn’t ask, mostly because I assumed I already knew. A restaurant, maybe. Somewhere quiet enough to have the conversation we still hadn’t finished.

I sat with my hands folded in my lap, watching the city lights slide past the window, my mind still turning over everything that happened earlier in his office, the words he had said and the ones I still hadn’t found a way to answer.

We drove for a while before the car finally slowed and stopped outside a tall building I didn’t recognize. He led me inside, through a lobby that felt too quiet for a restaurant, into an elevator that only had one button lit besides the ground floor. When the doors opened again, I realized I had been wrong about where we were.

It wasn’t a restaurant at all. It was a rooftop, his rooftop, the whole space stretched out under a dark sky, small domes set up here and there with soft lighting inside them, cushions and low tables, the entire city glittering beneath us like something out of a dream I hadn’t allowed myself to have.

“You own this?” I asked, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice.

I do he said, walking alrad of me toward one of the domes, holding the flap open for me to step inside.

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I settled onto the cushions across from him, the city noise distant and muffled from up here, almost like it belonged to a different world entirely. For a moment neither of us spoke, just letting the view settle around us.

I wanted the best,” he said finally. That’s why I did what I did.” He paused. “With Claire. I know I should have asked you first, and I’m not going to sit here and pretend otherwise.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he kept going before I could.

“So let me just say this now, in case it happens again.” he said, his voice steady, almost formal, like he had rehearsed it in his head on the way up here. “If I ever do something like that again. I’ll tell you immediately, not after. Not when you find out on your own. Immediately.”

I stared at him, waiting for the punchline, waiting for some smoothness to slide back into his voice, but there wasn’t one He meant it, plainly and I laughed before I could stop myself. it escaped despite every effort to hold it in. “That’s your apology? A promise to keep doing the same thing, just with a warning label attached?”

It’s the best I’ve got,” he said, and the corner of his mouth lifted again, that same amused look from earlier, and something about seeing it made the whole moment feel lighter than it had any right to feel.

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