Chapter 125: Secrets

Never fuck with intelligence officers. – Law

Evie shrugged her shoulders. “Biologically, possibly. Or, since they are fraternal, possibly to one.”

“And you want to marry a slut like her?” before he even finished speaking Evie had crossed the remaining distance between them and slapped the hell out of his cheek.

“I despise double standards.” Evie hissed.

“I don’t share my wife.” The man bellowed.

“Maybe not the same way as we do.” Evie smirked. “But assuredly, you do share her.” Her focus shifted to the woman in the high back chair. “Tuesdays at the Four Seasons, right?”

The woman paled.

“Personally, I am a bit possessive, so I don’t think that I could let either of my men step out. Especially with someone who I have to see every day. But, if you have no problems with him fucking the maids, you do you."

Evie smiled sweetly up at her future father-in-law. “Choose your battles if you don’t want your business put out for everyone to know. I am not an adversary you want to go against.”