Page 60 of The Wrong Husband

He put his hand on mine. "Sweetheart. I do. I always have."

"I call bullshit on that." I snatched my hand away.

I'll take emotions for five hundred.

This is worse than being invisible.

What is pity, Alex?

"I am serious, Em. I did. I…was with Bianca and…fuck, this is going to come out wrong but bear with me." He set his fork down. "She takes up a lot of space."

He was talking about her charisma not her size since she was a size four with curves. The best of all worlds, that was how good Bianca looked. Flat stomach but perky tits. Slender legs but juicy ass.

"Growing up under Bianca's shadow could not have been easy." He cupped my cheek. "I think you're wonderful. I think all of us who didn't get to know you are fools, and I'm the biggest one because I noticed you and…," he stroked my lips with a thumb, "I want to kiss you."

This man was giving me whiplash.

"Please," he whispered.

I nodded like a fool.

He leaned over and stroked his lips over mine.

"Open," he ordered softly.

I did and he groaned. It was a long, drugging kiss. My red lip would be all gone, I thought, as the magic of Damian took me over.

"Damian?"

I heard my sister's voice and flinched.

Bianca and a friend of hers were standing at our table. She looked at me like I had stabbed her, which I had. I married the man she loved.

"You brought her to our place?" There were tears in Bianca's eyes and I felt like the worst person in the world.

Damian for some reason didn't look guilty at all. I didn't know what to make of him.

He just sat, his arm possessively around me. "Hi, Bianca, how are you? Ginny," he addressed her friend. "Bianca, this is not our place. It’s Jean-Pierre's and mine."

"You know what I mean," Bianca's voice was raised, and people around us started to notice our drama.

Ginny wrapped a hand around Bianca's arm. "Let's go, darling."

Bianca was crying. Tears poured down her face. I hated myself.

I was about to say something when Bianca's friend turned on me. "You're such a cunt. She loves him…how could you destroy your own sister's life?"

"I'm—"

"Stop making a spectacle in public," Damian cut in smoothly. He looked bored like this was a nuisance and not worth his time.

Was I wrong in thinking he was still in love with Bianca? The man sitting next to me didn't seem to give a shit about his ex.

"Do you know she stole Bianca's prom date too?" the friend now launched on Damian.

The who what?

Bianca looked guilty as hell because I'd never stolen anything from her, well, except maybe the love of her life. But her prom date? I couldn't remember who he was, and Bianca was four years older than me, if I stole her date he'd be committing rape against a minor.