Chapter Eighty-Six

Emma’s POV

“You’re what?” Tony asked, nearly spitting his water back into his cup.

“I’m married,” I repeated.

His smile dropped.

It was the first time since this evening, since we met on the beach, actually since I wasn’t seeing his pretty set of teeth.

Damn.

I’ve really messed up.

“I don’t understand, though. You’re not even wearing a ring”.

Well, that was expected.

“Yeah I know,” I said, nervously. “So let me explain,” I continued, my voice trailing off.

“I’m listening,” he replied, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms across his chest, revealing his bulging muscles through the semi-tight dress shirt he was wearing.

I ripped my eyes away from the sight and took a deep breath while closing my eyes. I opened my eyes again and noticed Tony staring at me meticulously, trying to figure me out without me saying anything.

Honestly, the way he stared at me made me feel quite uneasy, so I began shifting in my seat, and he clearly noticed because he mumbled a ‘sorry,’ befor