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I don’t want to spend more time with this spoiled brat than I have to. I cannot fucking stand Dr. Georgia Greene.
Doctors are supposed to wear ugly Crocs, not sexy little fuck-me heels. I hate them, and I hate how much I think about them.
There’s no way I’d ever fall for that asshole.
I spent most of this afternoon packing while my two pet bunnies, Stefan and Damon, became increasingly nervous.
My teeth grit. Dr. Georgia Greene has the personality of a fire demon but smells like pretty flowers, and I don’t like it.
Whoever Damon is, I hate him.
With a spike of arousal, I picture her in lingerie, but the image is soured by the addition of this faceless Damon she’s with.
Sleeping without pajama pants isn’t a big deal. He won’t even notice.
You’re about as attractive to me as a sack of potatoes. I can’t believe I said that. No wonder she thinks I’m an asshole.
Did I just spend a hundred grand because I was jealous? Yes, and I’d do it again. While everyone watches, I lean in to kiss her cheek, inhaling her, brushing my lips over the shell of her ear. Smug male pride beats through me. “Don’t tell me what to do, Hellfire.”
“That was you getting territorial. Control yourself, you animal.” He glares down at me, stepping into my space. “That asshole was making a move on my wife. I had to do something.” My stomach flips. “I’m not your wife.”
Learning more about my wife is a dangerous game that I can’t seem to stop playing.
These feelings I’m starting to have for my wife? They aren’t going away.
He got hurt. I always sleepwalk after he gets hurt, but I don’t want to think about why.
“Feeling possessive tonight, Volkov?” Yes. More than ever.
“Buying you things makes me feel a certain way.”
We’re going to get divorced. Neither of us are cut out for marriage. This isn’t detached, though. This thing we’re doing is quickly becoming more than an arrangement. And yet, I can’t stop.
I don’t want to be married, but maybe I could be married to someone like Alexei.
“That’s my husband,” I bite out with an intensity I’ve never felt before, heart pounding, ready to claw this guy’s face off if I have to. I think I’m yelling. “Back the fuck up and get out of my way.” He steps away with his palms in the air. “Jesus.”
“I needed to get home to my wife.” Well, if I hadn’t been in love with the man before, I am now.
“I can’t close my eyes around you, Georgia.” Her mouth curves, eyes sparkling. “Because you can’t trust me?” “Because I don’t want to miss a second of this.”
“A bachelorette without a blow-up penis in sight?”
“Tell me it’s real, sweetheart.” Does he mean this marriage, or what we’re doing right now? I don’t care. The answer’s the same for both. For me, at least. “It’s real.”
We’re perfect for each other, and I don’t know how I never saw it before. We wasted years fighting when we could have been doing this.
“I know. It goes by another name, though.” My pulse trips. “The Teasing Georgia rose.”
“Eternity.” “That’s a long time.” His mouth twitches. “I know.” “You want me forever, don’t you, you sick fuck?”
“Glad everything worked out with you two.” He leaves, and Georgia stares after him with a small frown. “Does he know?” “About us?” She nods. I think back to her walking past his office, and Ward saying too bad you aren’t married to a Canadian. “The whole thing was his idea.”
I’m getting well-versed in diamonds, being with Georgia, because buying her things makes me feel like a king.
