Second Vows Adored by the Billionaire novel Chapter 37

Anita and Laurel stood frozen outside the door, too stunned to move for a long moment.

There were other empty guest rooms in the villa, but they were all bare and unfurnished.

Laurel was about to go get bedding to make one up when Anita stopped her. Her eyes were gleaming. "Laurel, it's so late already. By the time you finish making the bed, it'll be the middle of the night. Just let Mr. Clarkson sleep in my room. I can take the couch."

Laurel stared at her with a strange look on her face. "Mrs. Clarkson was just saying that out of anger. You know that, right?"

Anita bristled immediately. "She's the one who said it, not me. I didn't force her to say anything. Laurel, you're just a housekeeper. You don't get to judge me."

Laurel let out a cold snort through her nose and dropped Victor's arm, turning to walk away. As she left, she couldn't help muttering under her breath, "You're just an assistant. Don't act like you're something special."

Anita's face went dark with fury, and she wanted nothing more than to throw her marriage certificate right in Laurel's face. But she couldn't do that yet. She had to hold back.

Anita clenched her fists hard and struggled to help Victor into her room.

Beatrice was already fast asleep in the crib, so she lay Victor down on her bed and helped him out of his shirt and pants.

She stared down at him lying there on her bed, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside her. "Eloise, you can't blame me for this. You're the one who gave him to me tonight," she murmured.

She quickly stripped off her pajamas and curled up against Victor's body, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Then she drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied.

*****

The next morning, Victor woke up with his throat dry as sandpaper, but he couldn't be bothered to open his eyes. Without thinking, he reached over and wrapped his arm around the woman lying next to him, giving her soft waist a squeeze as he mumbled, "Babe, I'm thirsty."

"Of course, honey. I'll get you some water right now." Anita's sweet laugh filled the room, and she started to sit up.

The second Victor registered whose voice that was, his eyes flew open and he bolted upright in bed.

He whipped his head around, taking in the room with pure panic written all over his face. "What the hell? Why am I in your room?"

His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively glanced toward the door, then lowered his voice. "Anita, what's going on? If Eloise finds out about this, I'm screwed."

Anita looked at him calmly, like he was being ridiculous. "She's the one who told you to sleep here last night."

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