Page 33 of The Bloke

“It’s hard to think of anything else when your wife tastes like a Michelin star meal.” Colby picked up his hips, sliding down my body and dragging the sheets that covered me with him. “Speaking of… How about a little breakfast?” He growled, eyes darkening as he looked up at me from where he stopped descending near my hips.

With a huff, I pulled my right leg up towards my chest, high enough to prop my foot on his shoulder, and with as much force as I could muster, I pushed him off of me and slid out of bed before he could pin me down again.

Colby laughed as he watched me step around the bed—him—and stroll over to my now half-empty dresser. I angrily pulled out a pair of hot pink yoga shorts and a loose-fitting black crop top, dressing before pulling my hair into a messy bun with the black scrunchy I found lying on top.

“Nice choice in outfit.” Colby crooned from the bed, lounging on his side as if on vacation.

“I’m not here to please your eyes.” I retorted, grabbing a pair of white ankle socks and slamming the drawer shut.

“Well then, might I suggest an outfit change?” He chuckled playfully, lying back and resting his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.Oh, please… fuck sake, he’s annoying as shit.

I started digging through the half-packed suitcase and noticed only booty shorts, tight tank tops, and the occasional crop tops were in there. No underwear, no bras…

“What the fuck is this?” I pointed to the suitcase while glaring daggers at him.

He shrugged and didn’t answer me.Un-fucking-believable.

If it weren’t for his good looks and half-decent personality, I’d have fucking murdered his ass by now.

I wasn’t the type to normally consider violence first, but I wasn’t above it today.

As I started pulling out a couple of bras and underwear from my drawers and dropping them into the suitcase, I looked over to see that his eyes were now closed, allowing me to openly admire his hard cock that I could see through his low-lying sweatpants.

Fucking stop it, Sienna. We hate him. He doesn’t own us.

“Stare a little harder, and he might grow another inch, love.” Colby lightly laughed, opening an eye and gazing directly at me. I hadn’t noticed that my jaw was hanging open as I essentially drooled over his dick.

“I—I wasn’t… ugh!” Feeling my face flush with embarrassment, I gave him my back and finished packing the suitcase, bending over to zip it up. He whistled over my shoulder as he got a good look at my ass, and I flipped him off before returning to stand.

“You’re a fucking child, Colby.” I chastised.

“I’m a man admiring his beautiful wife. Can you blame me for wanting to act childish around you?” The smile he gave me was one women only ever dreamed of seeing from a man like him. One that screamed he wants you and adores you.Does he really fucking adore me?Adoration could take a back seat next to the rest of my unrealistic expectations for whatever this was between us.

I didn’t answer him. Instead, I picked up the suitcase and strolled my ass to the door, where I slid into my ivory-white Kizik Vegas sneakers and waited for him to get up off his ass so we could leave.

“Let’s go then,” I stated impatiently, placing a hand on my hip, the other resting on the suitcase handle. “I have classes to teach starting at ten.”

He jumped off the bed and prowled towards where I was standing, stepping into me and pressing my body up against the wall. My breath caught as my eyes drifted up to meet his. I continued falling into a trance when our gazes collided—the feeling of comfort and connection taking root.

He dipped his face down to mine, his lips grazing the side of my cheek as he reached for the door handle and opened it next to us.

“After you then, love.” He murmured, and I slipped out of the apartment before I made an even bigger mistake than just marrying him while drunk.

Sienna… You are so fucked, girl.

Chapter 15

Colby

As I pulled intothe underground parking ramp for our penthouse, Sienna mumbled under her breath. I know she was judging all of this; it was an unnecessary luxury compared to where she lived. The Pilates studio couldn’t bring in that much revenue for her to afford more.

I was not trying to rub in what I have now, what I’ve earned. But I was damn well going to give her the world. Show her that she could have everything she wanted; she just needed to take it.

I parked in my designated space and jumped out, running to her side to help her.

“I’m highly capable of getting out of yourglorified motorcycleon my own, thanks.” She snarled, shoving my hands aside, stepping out before grabbing her suitcase and storming towards the elevator bay.

Scratching the back of my neck, I blew out a heavy sigh. I was well aware that she hated me; she had every right to. But I didn’t regret a single thing. I was going to worship this woman, and if she came out loving me in the end, then it would all be worth it.

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