Page 32 of Fake Wife
Drake is banging his boss’s daughter.
“Please,” I croak. A thousand shards of glass line my throat making words difficult. “Get me out of here.”
“Enjoy your evening,” he says to Drake and the blonde, whom I’ve seen naked. Her body is burned into my memory banks forever.
I need to get drunk. The drink-until-I-puke-all-night-and-the-next-morning drunk. Tequila. That’ll do it. I hope he has some. A whole bottle, probably more expensive than anything I’ve ever seen.
“Be careful, Teagan, he’s not good enough for you.”
I flinch at Drake’s last words as Corbin guides me away. The urge to shout back that neither was he burns on my tongue, but I bite it back. Because what he’s really saying is that I’m not woman enough to keep either of them.
I already know I’m going to end up alone after all this is said and done, but at least I’ll finally be able to accomplish some of my dreams.
I hope it will be enough to erase the pain of losing everything—and everyone—else.
Chapter 12
Corbin
I pull Teagan out of the hotel, her heels clicking wildly on the pavement beneath us.Click, click, click.
The sound echoes in my head like a ticking time bomb. Which makes sense. It’s exactly what it feels like is about ready to burst inside my chest.
Rage? Hot, white fury boiling through me? It can only be jealously, pure and evil, and something I’ve never experienced.
I’ve never once fought over a girl. I’ve never cared enough. Never wanted one enough. When I went to the restroom to search for Teagan when she was taking so long, I never expected to see red flash at the edges of my vision when I caught another man so fucking close to her he could have easily pressed his dick against her stomach and shoved his tongue into her mouth.
Now I’m fuming that all of this is going to explode and I’m going to be left looking like a fool.She’sgoing to make me look like a fool.
I don’t even know how I’ve given her the power to twist me up and outside in like this, but I hate it. This is why one-night stands are the best inventions. Get your rocks off and get out.
It’s the only way to keep your head in the game. She was supposed to be that for me. Instead, she’s becoming so much more, and none of it makes a lick of a damn sense.
“Slow down,” she huffs, trying to pull her hand out of mine. “Before I do a face-plant. Please, Corbin.” She yanks again and I stop.
Fuck. My lungs are burning, chest heaving.
Does she have any idea what she does to me? How fucking insane I’ve felt for the last week?
She can’t. Not if she can look at her cheating, asshole ex with that look ofoh please fuck me nowin her eyes.
That kiss we shared earlier lit a fuse and it’s too late to put it out. Touching her throughout dinner, my hand on her shoulder, the silkiness of her hair—I’ve been sporting a hard-on for hours. For a moment at dinner, when she turned and laughed at some story Caitlin was sharing, I’d seen that same look in her eyes I knew was in mine.
For a brief moment, I hoped. Hoped that maybe since we have to spend two years together, we could see if we actually have somethingrealbetween us.
Seeing her give that fucking asshole the same exact look shot that hope to shit.
Now I’m pissed. At myself, at Teagan and the taste of her mouth I now know is better than what I’d imagined.
But it’s all an act, all one big fucking act for her.
“I had no idea he was going to be here,” Teagan says. She’s breathless, panting, and again I’m a dick. There’s no reason to haul her out of the hotel like it’s on fire.
“I know.” My jaw aches from grinding my teeth together. “Bet you didn’t know he was fucking the boss’s daughter, either, did you?”
“Well, no, not until I saw them together.”
“Did it hurt?”
