Page 112 of Unlock My Heart

“You’re not going to cut off the cock that fucks you,” he says with laughter in his voice.

“That’s not how the saying goes, and fucked me, past tense.” I drop the blade and give Fabien a shove toward the door. “Get out. And I’m changing the locks.”

“Our date’s at seven.” Amusement flickers in his eyes as they take an entitled stroll down my naked body. I grab the nozzle again in threat, and he holds up his hands in surrender. “Going.” He walks out, closing the door behind him.

Waiting until I’m sure he’s gone, I let out a groan as I bring the spray between my thighs, coming embarrassingly fast.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Fabien

The Present

Sienna’s seated cross-legged on the floor of her workspace. Next to her, on a pink frilly dog bed that looks ridiculous with an imposing Cane Corso, Lacey snoozes.

My wife—love those two words together—is weaving an intricate pattern pinned to a silk pillow, her brow furrowed in complete and total focus. A strand of hair escapes her messy bun, and she blows it out of her eyes, only for it to fall right back.

By the time I’ve crossed the room, Lacey’s gone from asleep to on guard, growling at me softly. “Good girl.”

“You say that now,” Sienna taunts, blowing the strand out of her face only for it to fall back.

I squat down beside her, tucking the strand behind her ear. Her eyes meet mine with simmering anger as she shakes her head, causing that piece of hair to fly free.

Oh yeah, my wife hates me.

“Come on, it’s time for our date,” I tell her with a grin.

“I’m busy.” She dismisses me with her gaze, returning to her bobbins.

“Bring your project and work on the plane.”

“Plane?” That gets Sienna’s attention, her eyes meeting mine with curiosity.

“You want to see how this plays out just as much as I do,” I tease her.

She bristles, armoring up against me. “‘This’ played out a tragedy; I can’t imagine a second time would be any different.”

“It’s different because we’re different,” I argue.

“You don’t know me, Fabien, not really,” she says dismissively. “We shared a brief history, and that’s it.”

It’s my turn to bristle. “That’s not it⁠—”

“We were too much. Too fast. Too young. The cards were stacked against us,” she argues, having clearly rehearsed this speech. “It was inevitable our relationship was going to crash and burn.”

“We’ve been dealt a new hand this round,” I counter. “I’m free. You’re free⁠—”

Sienna cocks her head. “But I’m not free, am I?”

“No,” I answer her truthfully. “But I’ll give you everything, as long as you're mine.”

“Then I’ll never have everything.”

It’s my turn to growl as I scoop her up into my arms and toss her over my shoulder.

“Hey!” Sienna cries.

Lacey hops up with a snarl.