Page 118 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

“Ew!” Quinn says a little too loudly as she enters the room. “It’s like he’s trying to eat your face.”

“Shhh!” We whisper-yell. The walls can’t be that thick, and if we get caught, then I’m fucked. This is our one and only chance to take Duncan down.

“You didn’t tell me I was a better kisser?” Emmett says, the teasing back in his voice.

“I figured it was assumed that you’re better at everything.”

Emmett kisses my forehead as we turn back to the monitor.

“I’m glad you called,” Duncan said. “I needed to let things settle down before we met again.”

“Of course,” she says. “It had just been so long. I didn’t want my good boy thinking I was mad at him.”

Damn, she’s good. She’s doing exactly what she said and playing into the comforting role. Her voice is smooth and sultry, and if I were into women I’m pretty sure I’d let her call me a good girl.

“Well, you did seem to side with Stella,” he says. I feel Emmett tense next to me when he says my name. And, I’m not going to lie. Watching my man get angry over another man simply saying my name? Fucking hot.

“I need to apologize for that,” she says, slowly stroking her whip up and down his chest. “I was just confused. I wasn’t expecting your wife to come in and catch us.”

“We didn’t get married,” he says.

“Oh no,” Nadia starts gently stroking his face. “Are you okay?”

Holy shit, she’s laying it on thick.

“I will be,” he says in a sad voice which is completely fake. “I’ll be much better once I’m with you, Mommy.”

The collective gagging sound of everyone in our room echoes off the walls. Even Kaos can’t handle it.

“I want to throw up,” Ainsley says. “Stella, he’s truly awful.”

“I knew he had mommy issues,” I say. “But I didn’t realize it went this far.”

Oh God I was going to wear is mother’s wedding dress. What if he wanted me to keep it on that night! And her name is Sheila! And I’m Stella! Is that a coincidence?

I swallow back the bile in my throat and do my best to collect myself. I can go to therapy later for those thoughts, but right now, I need to focus on what’s happening. I have a feeling we’re about to get to the good stuff.

“That’s my good boy,” Nadia says, her demeanor hardening as she gets into character. “Now take off those pants for me.”

Duncan starts to do so, but looks up at Nadia as he undoes his belt. “Did you mean what you said? This time was free?”

I bite my lip, knowing what we’ve told Nadia to say next when the conversation turned to this.

“Of course it is,” she says. “I called you. I missed you. Of course it’s free.”

“What a dumbass,” Quinn says. “Like any well-respected dominatrix does it for free.”

“Well, he’s an idiot,” Emmett chimes in. “Combine a narcissist with a dumbass, and you get this fucking guy.”

The two share a fist bump, which makes me smile. Quinn isn’t an easy one to win over, even if she did live here. It’s that simple moment that makes me realize I’ve picked right.

“Why haven’t you called me?” Nadia asks. “Is it because of how I acted the last time we were together?”

“Here we go,” Simon says, rubbing his hands together.

“Partly,” he says. “I had to get some other things in order.”

“What kind of things?” Nadia asks, walking a little closer and starts playing with his still limp dick over his boxers. “The wedding?”

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