Page 47 of The Wrong Husband

"I like her," I said defensively. I lust after her a little too much. I'd stayed away from my house because if I had to sleep where she was, no way I wouldn’t slide into bed with her and….

I was pretending she didn't exist so I wouldn't fuck her three ways to Sunday because that's all my dick wanted to do every time she was around.

It was better when I didn't see her. So, I kept on not seeing her.

"Did she take her stuff?"

"Yes."

"All her stuff?"

"If you'd ever been home, Damian, you'd know all she brought was a suitcase. One suitcase. That's all. She took that and left."

I felt bile rise within me. She moved out.

Of course she did, you dickhead. You moved out of your apartment first for all practical purposes, so why would she stay?

Chapter 14

Damian

Iknocked on her door for five minutes before giving up.

Was she not at home? If she wasn't, where the hell was she?

A dark haired woman came up the stairs and looked intently at me. She nodded. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm Moana Christodoulopoulos."

This was the lawyer-escort friend. She was stunning. Sharp features. Dark eyes. A body made for sin.

"Hi, Moana. I'm looking for Emilia."

"No shit. Looks like I won the bet."

She walked to the door next to Emilia's.

"What bet?"

"We bet when you'd notice she'd left. She said two weeks, I said one. The thing is…she didn't want to win the bet."

I felt like a heel.

"She's not opening the door."

Moana raised an eyebrow. "Have you knocked?"

"For five minutes. I don't think she's home. Do you know where she could be?"

"Fuck." Moana went into her apartment and came back with a key. She opened Emilia's apartment.

I followed her in, and my legs shook when I saw Emilia curled up on the floor.

We both went down on our knees. "Emilia," Moana called out and touched her face. "She's cold."

I didn't know if she was hurt. But she wasn't responding to us calling her name or shaking her.