Page 63 of The Bad Husband

A gift I’d love nothing more than to unwrap.

There’s her friend. A red-haired woman wearing a backless purple dress.

She’s pretty and sexy but not like Lila Skye.

There is something about Lila.

Why in the world would she need a boyfriend?

Men would probably kill each other to get her if they knew what was hidden behind those beautiful eyes.

She seems unsettled as she looks around the pool and then upstairs. Looking for me, I suppose.

I don’t move as our eyes connect.

She stares at me long enough for her friend to look up as well. I wonder what she’ll tell her friend. Who am I to her?

Yes. Who am I to her?

Will she lie about me?

Will she make up a story about us?

Will she portray me as the bad guy?

I am bad, just not to her. I could be bad to her, though. I love to push her buttons, break her will, and see her beg for me. I love to see her torn. Struggle with guilt and embarrassment.

It gives me a hard-on every time I get that feeling that she’s done something against her will.

But the idea of her finding a boyfriend needs to be retired. Although a boyfriend would surely alleviate Henrietta’s suspicions.

What is it to her, anyway?

Whatever that may be, I know women, and I know Henrietta. She can be so vile because of something so stupid.

It would be enough to make her do something dumb that would forfeit her right to her money, and then we’d both be out.

She better stay cool and collected and never get wind of my little fascination with the woman in the pink dress.

It would be a pity to end up with blood on my hands.

She knows me. She knows how cruel and ruthless I can be.

That’s why it still blows my mind that she thought she could get away with it.

Finally, Lila Skye touches her friend’s hand and nudges her away. They’re both out of my line of sight.

I hate that.

Although watching her does nothing to quench my hunger for her.

Just don’t do anything stupid and get serious about letting someone else touch you, beautiful girl, or we’ll be the talk of the town.

With this thought in mind, I reluctantly pick up my suit jacket and put it on.

I’m meeting some important people tonight before anything else can happen.

One thing I know for sure.