Page 53 of The Wrong Husband

"You didn't think I was too inexperienced?" It was supposed to sound sarcastic but came out like I was fishing for compliments.

He smiled. "You were but that doesn't change the fact that the sex we had is the best I've ever experienced."

"Now, I know you're bullshitting me."

"I have no reason to lie."

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But it wasn't as simple as taking him on his word. This had more to do with me and my inability to see myself as anything but incompetent, less. How could sex with me be the best he had when he'd had my sister? I wanted to ask him, but I didn't want to hear him talk about sleeping with Bianca. That was a bridge too far for my poor bruised heart.

"I won't go back to your place," I told him.

"It won't be like last time. I'll be there," he said sincerely. "I promise, Em."

"I won't go back," I repeated. "I don't like it there."

"Why?"

Because Bianca used to be there. She used to sleep in your room and in your bed. I have a guestroom and I'm your wife.

"I don't know. It's just a feeling."

And fifty points to Emilia Winters for lack of courage. Ladies and gentlemen, let's see how many times Emilia can swallow her words and not speak her mind.

"Fine. We'll stay here. But I gotta get some security set up for your place."

I quirked an eyebrow. "There's nothing here for any self-respecting thief to steal. I've never been robbed. I think part of it is because we have a drug dealer on the top floor—and people are afraid of him."

He groaned. "Fuck, Em. A drug dealer?"

"Yeah. And we have a couple right above us—both of them were in the military. They're buff and hot. And I think they're part of some motorcycle club. I'm very safe here."

I could all but feel his irritation. "Living with criminals is not safe."

"Sure is. Especially if they like you. Tech and Torture love Moana, and therefore like me."

"Tech and Torture?"

"Yeah."

"Those are their real names? Fuck, Emilia. Can we go back to the Four Seasons? Please."

"Nope. You want to live with me, we live here. I like it here. It's small but cozy."

"I don't think I can fit in your bathroom for a shower."

"You can use Moana's. Her place has a bigger shower and even a bathtub."

"I have a shit ton of money and you want me to shower in your neighbor's bathroom?" His fingers were now trailing my throat, down my collarbone, giving me goosebumps.

"Yeah. You should see how the other ninety-nine percent lives," I mocked.

My eyes closed as I felt lethargy seep through me.

"Goodnight, Em." I felt his lips against my forehead.

This was nice, I thought smiling. And that was the last thing I remember until I woke up in the morning with Damian's erection nestled between my naked butt cheeks.

Chapter 16