The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: HIS WIFE’S ROUSING SUSPICIONS

Finnegan

"Hold on. I think our Finn has been swapped with someone else." Henry’s words had my head whipping up from the phone. I tapped the power button to quickly turn the screen off, hiding the selfie Abigail had sent me. I was at the bar with him, Eric, and Arthur.

"What?"

"Did you see a meme?" Eric asked from the other side of the table, where he sat beside his father, an easy grin playing on his lips.

"Did I see a what?" Had I missed some part of the conversation? Dammit, I had gotten carried away chatting with Abigail.

Hilarious, wasn’t it? I didn’t chat. I never had time to, and who was I going to chat with anyway?

If I needed to catch up with my friends, I called them or met up with them at the bar like this, when I could.

But with Abigail, well, I didn’t fucking function well when it came to her. I had no idea when we started chatting.

Okay, that was a blatant lie.

It was after I had fucked her in my office like some beast in heat. I had sent a text to be sure she got home safe because she had insisted she could drive herself home.

So damned stubborn. There had been a dark look on her face, though. And the past few days after that, she had been quite jumpy at work. Every single time I asked what was wrong, she would beam at me and tell me she was fine.

She was not fine.

"Alright, I’ll say what everyone is thinking, you are smiling, Finnegan," Arthur chuckled and my face froze.

I was?

My face arranged itself back into its correct configuration immediately, a brooding look creasing my features. I set the phone face down on the bar.

"Too late," Henry cried, pointing at me. "I saw it. Arthur saw it. Eric saw it. Right? It’s in the historical record now."

"I wasn’t smiling."

"You definitely were," Eric said cheerfully, wiggling his brows at me. Ah shit, he was hanging out with Henry too much.

"Only one thing makes a man smile like that without realizing it," Arthur declared, holding his glass up in the air, his eyes crinkling with mirth. "And it isn’t a meme."

"Who is she?" Henry asked even when he knew damn well who it was.

The asshole just wanted to bait me for his amusement. He wouldn’t let me live it down that I had been so blind, I didn’t know my assistant was Aphrodite.

"Nobody," I grunted while Arthur leaned forward.

"The smile says otherwise."

I reached for my whiskey and said nothing.

The truth was I hadn’t known I was smiling. That was so fucking strange. Abigail sent me a selfie of her at the theatre with her friends.

One of them had a palm over her face, shoving her while they both laughed hysterically at the camera.

It was odd that I knew exactly how she must have laughed. Her head thrown back, beautiful blue eyes crinkling with joy.

I wanted to see her.

I ached to see her. If she wanted to watch films, she could watch them from my couch, from my side, my hands running through her silky dark tresses as she rambled on and on about the movie. She would be all dolled up in my shirt-

I shut the thought down firmly.

For his sake?

Yeah, and I’m the fucking president.

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