Page 116 of The Most Perfect Wrong

I step into his office, and it takes everything in me not to pick up his shit and chuck it all against the wall.

From the bedroom, I hear a loud crash followed by Cooper’s string of obscenities. A small smile tugs at my lips. Good. She’s getting it out. Not that it makes them even—not even close. There isn’t enough damage in the world to balance what he’s done. But if smashing his crap helps her, even a little, I’m all for it.

I walk back into the bathroom to find her frantic, yanking open drawers and slamming them shut.

“You fucking motherfucker,” she mutters, her voice sharp with anger. “Where did you put them? Goddamn son of a bitch.” She keeps searching, her hands tearing through everything. “Where the fuck did you put them?”

I follow her as she strides to the office and opens the safe. She pulls out a note, and as she skims the page, a gut-wrenching sound escapes her lips—something caught between a bitter laugh and a defeated cry.

“What is it, babe? What are you looking for?”

She doesn’t say a word, just hands me the note before walking past me, her body rigid with tension. My hands tremble with the fury as I unfold the paper.

Baby,

Did you really think you could walk out on me and still keep those things? The toys, the lingerie? Those were for me, and now you think you’re going to take them to use with him? Think again.

I knew you’d come crawling to the safe, desperate to get your little stash. Guess what? You’re not taking anything from this house that I bought to keep us satisfied. You don’t get to use those things when he isn’t cutting it for you.

I didn’t buy those things to spoil you. I needed something to make you remotely exciting. Good luck keeping Ryan interested without them. Let’s hope he doesn’t get bored with you as quickly as I did. I hope he’s up to the challenge.

Well, as a matter of fact, Brad, I am more than up to the challenge.

I find Cooper in the bathroom picking through the remnants of her belongings, filling up a duffle bag.

I step behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck. “Hey, babe,” I murmur. “I’m more than happy to refill your bin with new toys.” I kiss her jaw, trying to coax out a smile. “And I’ll buy you the sexiest lingerie. Whatever you want.”

She huffs out a bitter laugh. “He took all my bras and underwear, too. Just my daily fucking essentials.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper against her skin. “We’ll get you new ones.”

Her voice wavers as she turns to face me, resting her arms on my chest. “And all my…” She chokes up, her throat working as she swallows hard. “All my clothes are gone. I know they’re just clothes, but this is going to drain all my savings to replace them.”

Tears well in her eyes, and I pull her closer, my arms tightening around her.

“He took me off all the accounts, Ryan,” she whispers, the panic creeping into her voice. “I can’t get to any of our money. All I have is what’s left from my last two paychecks in my new account.” Her brows knit together, worry written all over her face. “God,” she cries out, her voice breaking as she sinks into me.

I hold her close, letting her lean into me as her tears fall. Her body trembles, and I rub slow circles on her back until her breathing steadies, her body softening slightly in my arms.

I tilt her chin to meet my gaze and kiss her with everything I have to give. “Take your clothes off, Cooper.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

My voice drops, a growl laced with determination. “I want to fuck you.”

“Now? Here?”

“Yeah.” My lips brush against her cheek. “Right here… in his bed.” I nibble her ear. “I’m not letting this be your last memory. I want you to leave here smiling, remembering us—what we have. Not him. Not his shit. Just you and me.”

Her breath hitches, uncertainty in her eyes—but then it melts into something different—something wild, determined.

Her lips crash into mine, and I walk her backward toward the bedroom, our kisses growing more desperate with every step. “I want to make you feel so damn good that when you think about this place, all you’ll see is fucking stars,” I murmur, my hand slipping between her legs. She gasps, her body arching into my touch.

Her fingers fumble with the button and zipper of my pants, frantic and needy.

I chuckle low in my throat. “That’s it, babe. Let it all out. Take it out on me.” I yank her shirt over her head, pressing her back against the wall, her bare skin hot against mine. Her hands move to my waistband, tugging roughly at my pants and boxer briefs until they hit the floor. I step out of them, and her fingers are already pulling at my shirt, her urgency matching my own.

Her eyes blaze with fury and hunger as she shoves me toward the bed. “Get on the bed, Ryan,” she demands, her voice shaking with emotion. “I want you to fuck me right where he sleeps.”

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