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“That doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“Can’t a wife spend time with her husband?”

I snorted at the innocent sparkle in her eye.

“No.” Not when the wife was her. And certainly not when she was wearing a dress like that.

My gaze slid down the side of the red silk material hugging her hip. There wasn’t much left to the imagination. The cut in her neckline dipped down so low that the side of her breasts were on full display. The only thing that was covered were her nipples. Not that I was complaining.

“Do you like it?” Carissa slid her palm over her hip. “It’s new.”

“It’s not really something you wear to a meeting?”

She did look good though, I’d give her that.

Unlike some girls, Carissa always took the time to make herself up. She would never leave the house without her hair styled and makeup on. Even after I fucked the shit out of her, she’d disappear into the bathroom and fix herself up again. It was kind of flattering. Like she wanted to look her best for me.

“Dom likes it.”

I bet he did.

“He fucked me on the way here.”

That made me snicker. “No he didn’t.”

Dominic Barone was as vanilla as they came. I’d watched him fuck his wife more times than I’d fucked. Carissa got some sort of sick thrill out of being watched. It was kind of hot in a depraved way, but I preferred to be the one putting on the show.

Her shoulder lifted in a casual shrug. “Can’t blame a girl for fantasying. Life can be so boring.”

“And you thought you thought you’d find some entertainment here?”

“Maybe?”

She was baiting me. The fluttered her lashes told me that. Part of me was tempted to give her what she wanted. Carissa understood me in a way that no one else could. And she wasn’t a Ford.

Carissa stepped up to me and ran her hand down my arm. “I bet you could think of something entertaining to do.”

Oh, I had a few ideas. But she was Darry’s mom. I already had a hard time looking at him.

“Won’t Dom be looking for you?”

“They’re in the middle of negotiations.”

That meant he’s be busy for a couple of hours. My father wasn’t an easy man to negotiate anything with.

“You don’t want to leave here all alone.” Carissa purred while sweeping her hand over my chest. “We don’t have to do anything. We could just talk.”

I brushed her hand off me and crossed my arms. “Go read a book if you’re bored.”

Her lips pursed out in a pout. “There was a time when you used to like talking to me.”

That was true. There was a time when I told her everything. When Atlas died, she was the one person who made me feel better. The only one who understood. At least that’s what I thought.

‘I’m sorry about your brother.’

It wasn’t what Nova said that bothered me. It was that she meant it. She wasn’t playing a game. Or trying to push my buttons. Nova felt my pain. I hated her for that.

“Is something on your mind?”

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