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Chapter 12: Wedding Reception
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Elle I stepped out of the car, tilting my head back to take it all in to eye the glass and steel enormous building before me."Compensating for something?" I muttered under my breath.Adrian's hand brushed my lower back. "What was that, sweetheart?""I said nice house."The massive front door swung open before he could respond. A woman stood in the doorway, and I did a double-take. She couldn't have been much older than me, dressed in a crisp black uniform that screamed 'staff' but fit her like a cocktail dress. "Mr. Blackwell," she practically purred. "Welcome home."I bit my tongue to keep from commenting on the bedroom eyes she was giving my husband. My fake husband. Whatever."Marla," Adrian nodded. "This is Elle, my wife. Elle, Marla manages the household staff – the cook, gardeners, cleaning team."I’d pictured a housekeeper like the ones in movies—gray-haired, soft-eyed, maybe holding a tray of cookies.Marla's perfect smile didn't waver, but something cold flickered in her e
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ElleWait for me, he said.So like an idiot, I waited.The first hour after the seven he said wasn't so bad. I took a long bath, even attempted to read one of the leather-bound books from the library.By hour three, I'd discovered the wine cellar.Bad idea? Probably.Did I care? No I don’t.The first glass was to kill time. The second because the wine was actually good. The third because... well, because I was apparently pathetic enough to sit around waiting for a man who clearly had better things to do."This is ridiculous," I told my reflection in the window. Outside, rain had started falling, turning the manicured gardens into dark shadows. "What are you doing Elle?"I took another sip.By midnight, the empty bottle judged me from the coffee table. I'd memorized every detail of my room's ceiling. One by one, I'd counted all the crystal drops on the chandelier. Twice.The house had gone quiet hours ago, all the staff disappeared to wherever staff disappeared to in a place this big.
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ElleWe stared at each other.Me—standing in the middle of his closet, hands still on the drawer.Him—watching me like he wasn’t sure if he should be amused or pissed.The closet suddenly felt too small, too intimate. Adrian filled the doorway, tie loose, sleeves rolled up."Having fun?" I forced my spine straight. I’ve been caught already, no need to pretend. "Loads of it ."He moved to a shelf, pulling out a crystal decanter. The whiskey caught the light as he poured. "You're drunk.""And you're observant." The wine made my tongue sharper. "Want to point out anything else obvious? Like how you have an entire department store of women's clothes hidden in here?"He took a slow sip. "You were in my room.""You weren't.""So naturally, you decided to snoop.""I was waiting for you." I snapped. "Like you told me to. Four hours, Adrian. Four freaking hours of staring at the clock, wondering if you'd forgotten you told me to wait. Then I decided to check if you were back. But you weren’
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ElleSix hours later, we'd worked our way through three movies, two bottles of wine, and a truly impressive amount of Thai food."You know what we should do?" Sophia slurred slightly, twirling a strand of her perfect blonde hair. "We should go out.""Out?" I blinked at her. "Like, outside?""Yes, genius. To a club. With music. And men who aren't your husband." She wiggled her eyebrows. "You can make him jealous.""That's the worst idea I've ever heard.""Which means it's the best. Come on." She pulled me up. "My dad just bought into that new place downtown. We can get the VIP section.""I'm married, remember?""And? It's not like you're dead." She dragged me toward her bedroom. "He's actually..." I stopped myself. Weirdly protective of a man who had me under house arrest. "Nevermind.""Exactly." She flung open her closet doors, revealing a boutique's worth of dresses. "Now, let's find something that'll make every man in that club lose his damn mind."Common sense said to refuse. Go b
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Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Chapter 20: The Last Place I Should Be Going
Elle The next morning, I wanted to die. Not literally. But close enough."Fuck," I groaned, rolling over to bury my face in the pillow. Memories from last night crashed through my hangover – the closet, the clothes, Adrian's hands on my waist...I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, willing the memories of last night to disappear.They didn’t.Nope. Every single humiliating detail was still burned into my brain."Oh god." I shot up, then immediately regretted it as my head spun. I'd yelled at him, got in his face like some drunk, jealous girlfriend demanding answers. In his own house. About his secret designer clothes closet.Perfect. Just perfect.I groaned, dragging a pillow over my face.I bet he regretted everything.Regretted marrying me. Regretted letting me into his house. Hell, maybe regretted even looking at me that first night."He must think I'm insane." I stumbled to the bathroom, avoiding my reflection. "Completely, totally insane."I looked exactly like what I was – a
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ElleWe stared at each other.Me—standing in the middle of his closet, hands still on the drawer.Him—watching me like he wasn’t sure if he should be amused or pissed.The closet suddenly felt too small, too intimate. Adrian filled the doorway, tie loose, sleeves rolled up."Having fun?" I forced my spine straight. I’ve been caught already, no need to pretend. "Loads of it ."He moved to a shelf, pulling out a crystal decanter. The whiskey caught the light as he poured. "You're drunk.""And you're observant." The wine made my tongue sharper. "Want to point out anything else obvious? Like how you have an entire department store of women's clothes hidden in here?"He took a slow sip. "You were in my room.""You weren't.""So naturally, you decided to snoop.""I was waiting for you." I snapped. "Like you told me to. Four hours, Adrian. Four freaking hours of staring at the clock, wondering if you'd forgotten you told me to wait. Then I decided to check if you were back. But you weren’
