Page 91 of On The Rocks

A tight feeling enveloped my gut, and I took another swig of beer, thinking that maybe if I just got drunk outta my skull, I could at least forget about my fucked-up, shitty life for a while.

Tonight was when I was finally supposed to fuck my wife. Now, there was as much chance of that happening as me sprouting glitter wings, levitating into the air, and sprinkling everybody in the bar with pink fairy dust.

God-fucking-damnit!

Maeve stood with Kennedy and linking arms, they made their way toward the bar together.

I sucked in a breath and clamped my mouth shut. It was obvious Maeve had recruited her friend to accompany her to get drinks. There was safety in numbers, and the fact my wife thought she needed a human shield to protect her from me, her husband, was a hard punch to the gut.

Watching them approach, I gave Kennedy a chin lift. “Need a meet with you ASAP.”

“I’ll ask one of my associates,” Kennedy replied dryly, staring at me like I was a dog turd she’d trodden her stilettos in. “I’m not talking to you right now.”

Breaker chuckled.

“And if you need a divorce lawyer,” she went on. “Rest assured, I’ll be representing Maeve.”

My body locked.

Divorce?

My shocked stare slid to my wife, and my heart contracted painfully. “We’re not getting divorced. What the fuck, Maeve?”

Her gaze couldn’t quite meet mine.

Kennedy looked between us, “Callum. I’m sorry, I?—”

I jumped to my feet, my mind so full of panic that I didn’t even notice how the force of my body shoved my stool back into the bar and made it clatter over noisily. “I know I was a dick, but we’re not getting divorced.”

Maeve looked around the bar at everybody watching us, her cheeks burning. “We’ll talk about it later. Now’s not the time or the place for?—”

“We’renotgetting divorced,” I repeated, my tone a rasp. “I get you hate me right now, but I’m gonna prove that Saskia means nothing?—”

“Don’t!” Maeve snapped. “I don’t want to hear her name.”

“Baby—” I began.

She threw her arms out in the air beside her and screeched, “You blindsided meagain! You kept secretsagain. Do I think something’s going on between you and that skank? No, I don’t, but still,yet again, I walk into a room, and you’re holed up, looking cozy while having secret conversations withanotherwoman you’ve been with. And what’s even worse is that she works here, so I have to see her all the time, knowing what you two had.”

“We didn’t have anything,” I assured her. “It was just sex.” I thought my words would appease her. Except, they didn’t appease her at all. If anything, they made her more furious because her eyes flashed, her cheeks reddened, and she leaned toward me, hands clenching into fists, shrieking,“Well! That’s alright then!”

“Oh shit,” Cash muttered.

Bowie coughed,“Fuckwit!”into his hand.

Atlas chuckled.

I held my hands up. “Baby?—”

She jerked her index finger at me and scraped out, “Don’t you baby me. I told you we’d talk about it later, but you’ve got to have everything your own way. You wound me up, and now I look like a fuckingloo-lahstanding here screaming at you in front of everybody.”

“You’re good, Mae Mae,” Tristan called from the table. “I’d do more than scream at him if I were you.”

“Same,” Cara piped up.

“I’d have kicked him in the balls by now,” Sophie drawled.

Layla giggled from her place next to Tristan.

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