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Determination fills my voice as I declare, “I will see this research through for my mother. She deserves a better quality of life while I'm still here on this earth.”
“That’s enough,” he roars.
Nick stands in front of me, gripping my face. “I need to know what’s going on?”
His eyes are wild. He doesn’t know what to do. A powerful man like him always knows what to do. I blink a few times and breathe. In and out. My therapist's voice plays in my head. “You’re having a panic attack. Just breathe.”
I do so and I notice he’s breathing with me.
“Breathe in and out, Kinsley,” Nick says.
This is the man I fell in love with. God, I want to kiss his lips and forget his title just for a minute.
“Thank you, Nick. I’ll go get cleaned up.”
After a few minutes, I find myself in the powder room, removing the mascara streaks from my cheeks. My bun is still perfectly intact on top of my head.
He keeps asking me what’s going on? If he knew she cut me and left me for dead, wouldn’t he had brought it up? It’s time to ask Nick about Norah’s death.
I make my way back to the ballroom, excited about the spread of food that awaits me. As I approach, Nick stands up from his seat. "Feeling better?" he asks.
I nod, filling my plate with a little bit of everything - greens, chicken parmesan baked ziti, mac and cheese, and a small portion of lasagna and veal. My mouth waters as I bring a forkful of the ziti to my lips.
There are also appetizers available on a separate plate.
“So Nick, what happened to Norah?” Might as well rip the Band-Aid off.
“She and her bodyguard died in a fatal car crash eleven years ago. She died before we were married.”
I simply nod in response as I continue to eat.
He doesn’t provide any information of value like: I killed her. So I change the subject. “When do I start my new role?”
“Tomorrow morning. At ten. You’ll meet with each wife in the sitting room. You’re to let me know how you want the situation handled.”
“Ok, I can do that. After the appointments, I’d like to continue my research.”
“Of course,” he says.
“Thanks for letting me work on my research this morning, too.”
“I understand how important your mother is to you,” he replies.
“If you’d allow me sometime to freshen up and change out of my wedding gown, I’ll be ready to perform my wifely duties.”
His jaw ticks. “Kinsley,” he warns, but doesn’t say more.
I pat my mouth with the napkin, drop it over my plate, and scurry upstairs.
Rummaging through the drawers full of lacy lingerie, I desperately look for something to cover the scar on my stomach. Most of the items are revealing and suggestive, like bras, corsets, and crotchless panties.
My legs squeeze together at the thought of Nick eating my pussy. I settle on a red satin nightie with lace along the cleavage and matching crotchless panties. Changing out of the wedding gown in the walk-in closet isn’t an option. What if Nick has cameras in here?
“Kinsley,” Nick calls from behind.
I jump and press the nightie to my chest. “Yes?”
"I thought you might need help getting out of the wedding gown," he says with a smirk.
