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CHAPTER TEN: COLD CONSUMATION

Alexander’s POV

“Did your father not teach you not to eye another man while your husband is standing right there in front of you?” I rake, tearing at her vapid blue eyes.

Her lips parted and then her eyes fell to the tight grip of my hand on her wrist. I unplug my hand instantly. She rubbed on her tender wrist, her eyes milking mine. Don’t do that Angel; that’s not going to work on me. Answer the fucking question.

“Would you rather be in Simon’s bed?” I drill her further, refusing to allow her emotional tantrum work on me.

“No” She trembled, a teardrop leaving her right eye. Fucking soft angel, I curse under my breath.

“Don’t cry” I command. Her cheeks flush, her jaw tightens, her nostrils flare outward and it is evident that a struggle was going on in her mind. Come on Angel, say what you want to say.

“Are you jealous?” She rasps. I scoff and then laugh a little. I actually find it amusing that she would think she could muster the power to make me jealous.

“You flatter y
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