The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 307

McNeil’s phone had gone straight to voicemail.

Violet’s mind was running wild with images of McNeil in the shower. Was that why she couldn’t reach him? Were they… busy right now?

She couldn’t stand not knowing. If McNeil wouldn’t answer, she’d get to the bottom of it another way—so she dialed Victoria.

Victoria, at that moment, was pressed up against the wardrobe, her towel yanked away, right in the heat of things with McNeil.

“My—my phone’s ringing.”

She barely managed to gasp out the words between his feverish kisses, but McNeil wasn’t about to let her go. He held her close, staggering with her over to the room’s only table, lifted her onto it, and, without looking, grabbed her phone, swiped to answer, and brought it to her ear.

“Pick up—”

Victoria glanced down at the screen. Ms. Marchand.

She hesitated, looking at McNeil for help, but his next move left her trembling so hard she nearly dropped the phone.

With the phone pressed to her ear, Victoria managed a shaky, “Hello—”

She’d barely gotten the word out before McNeil’s lips found hers again. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as sounds escaped, not realizing that Violet could hear the strange noises on the other end. When Violet tried to listen more closely, though, the line went silent.

“Where’s McNeil?”

Victoria looked up at the man pinning her beneath him, completely confused as to why Violet would be calling her of all people.

“Ms. Marchand—”

McNeil’s hand slid up to her pale neck, his kisses leaving her breathless. The phone slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. Without missing a beat, McNeil scooped her up and carried her to the bed. She tried desperately to retrieve her phone—damn it, the call was still connected.

McNeil leaned in, and Victoria couldn’t take it anymore, her muffled moans slipping out, low and intoxicating.

On the other end, Violet’s face went bloodless as she realized exactly what she was hearing.

No wonder McNeil’s phone was off—Victoria was seducing him.

Clothes were soon forgotten. McNeil, bathed in the soft light from the window, took his time drinking in the sight of her. He picked up her phone, holding it in one hand. “Your friend enjoys eavesdropping? Maybe ask her tomorrow if she heard enough.”

And with that, he shut the phone off right in front of her.

Victoria barely made it out of bed the next morning, her whole body aching from a night that never seemed to end.

When she finally opened her eyes, she realized she had less than ten minutes to get to work.

She scrambled out of bed, rushed through her morning routine, and threw on her clothes as fast as she could.

She arrived at the office just a minute late, took the elevator up to the tech department, and was greeted by sly grins all around.