Page 39 of Redemption
“Liar. I felt your eyes on me since I sat down at those couches.” Her lips are pursed and I know she is pissed. My mind flutters back to all those times I would be sitting at the pub and women would try to flirt with me. She would get so pissed she would lean over the bar and smash her lips to mine to get them to back off.
“You seem pretty satisfied to have the attention of all those boys. I thought I would find myself some fun for the evening.”
She looks at the redhead next to me then back to me. “She isn’t your type.”
“Excuse me!” the redhead shouts. “But I think you need to leave. I was quite enjoying my time with Oliver.”
“Oliver?” Bella laughs as she glances at me.
“Who are you anyway?” the woman asks her, jealousy taking over.
Bella’s hand lands on my chest, pulling me into her. “I’m his wife. So you better leave him the fuck alone before you regret trying to make a move on my man.”
I hold in my laugh at her jealous rage. Rather liking the fact she said she was my wife. But I know her game, she’s done this before to get women to back up off me.
The redhead seethes. “Well, I suggest you keep a leash on your husband. He’s a douchebag that whispers dirty things into women’s ears.”
Bella laughs at her. “You’ll never even know the dirty things he’ll say.”
The redhead slides out of her chair and yells at her friends to leave. I shake my head as they walk away and the jealousy slips from Bella’s face. I pull her into me and cage her in between me and the bar. “Wife?” I ask.
“You’re an asshole,” she says to me as she fights to get out of my arms.
“You were the one that looked like you were ready for a gang bang with a handful of twenty-year-olds.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Please, you know I never would have touched them.”
I drop one of my hands to her hip and with the other, I pick up a lock of her hair. “Then why flirt with them?”
“I was bored and you left me this morning in anger. Figured you were done with me.”
“Then why interrupt my flirting?” I ask as I press my hips into hers, forcing her farther into the bar.
“Because maybe I wasn’t done with you. No matter how much I think I should be.”
I smirk at her and drop my face closer to her. “I like when you’re jealous.”
“Oh please. You never would have fucked her. Not when I could feel you drooling over me from the corner.”
“Drooling?” I ask as I drop her hair and my other hand slides between the slits of the dress. “I don’t drool over women.”
She swipes her finger over my lip and I fight the urge to bite it. “Nope, that’s drool.”
I chuckle as my hand grips her ass, my other hand making the same path along her other thigh. I drop my forehead to hers. “Only for you.”
“Are you mad at me?” she asks. “Because of Aria?”
I sigh as I shake my head. “No. I was in the moment but not anymore. How can I be? I didn’t expect you to never fuck another man. Not when you never planned to see me again.”
Her hands trail over my chest, along the buttons of my white shirt. “I’m sorry, Kil. I—”
I cut off her words by sliding my fingers underneath the seam of the lace boy shorts she is wearing. I don’t want to talk about her with other men. I just want to cut both of us off from the world so we can be in our own bubble. Like how we used to be in my townhome in Dublin.
“Kilian, stop. Not here.”
One side of my mouth lifts into a smirk as I slide my finger along her slit. “Why not?”
She looks around. “It’s crowded, someone will see.”
