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FUCK!

Chapter

Twelve

SIMONE

Maddox helps me out of the limo at the venue, and I’m very mindful of how I move my legs. The wrap dress swishes between my bare legs, and I swear everyone is looking at me with accusing eyes.

We know you aren’t wearing underwear, Simone.

“Relax, Dove. Or must I give you another orgasm?” I turn towards him in shock.

“Get your head out of my vagina and into the game! We’re heading to war here,” I hiss as family, friends, and coworkers associated with my father walk past us to enter the outdoor venue my sister insisted on having for her precious baby.

“War? I wasn’t aware it was so serious. I would have worn a different suit. Marc Jacobs is more for bar brawls. Armani would have been better armor.” He grins at me, but I narrow my eyes.

“This is serious, Maddox.” He clears his throat and nods.

“So am I. Getting blood out of this suit will be impossible.” I sigh and throw my arms into the air.

“Come now, Dove. Let’s get you a drink.” I roll my eyes.

“It’s a baby shower. There won’t be any,” but then we walk in to find a full bar set up, and I frown.

“You were saying?” His arched eyebrow says all I need to know.

Stop doubting him.

“There you are! What are you wearing?” I close my eyes and count to three before turning to my sister.

“Don’t you recognize your own work?” I smile sweetly, but it’s lost on her cause she’s staring at Maddox.

“Well, yes, but it’s last season.” She licks her lips slowly.

Rage, the likes that I’ve never felt, fills my body at the way she’s eye fucking my man.

WOOO buddy….your what?

“Congratulations, you must be Sandy G. A pleasure to meet you.” Maddox smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Thank you. Who are you here with?” Sutble sis.

Maddox takes my hand and brings it up to his lips for a sweet kiss.

“My stunning fiancee, of course.” It’s at that moment that Sandra spots the ring and gasps.

“Honey, are you ok?” Tim’s face appears over my sister’s shoulder, and I clamp my lips tightly.

He disgusts me on a level I can’t even describe.

“Hello, Simone.” I turn away from his voice and end up with my face in Maddox’s chest.

His hand gently strokes my exposed back.

“You must be Timothy.” The words sound polite, leaving his mouth, but I can hear the growl behind them vibrating up his chest.

“Call me Tim. You are?” I take a breath and turn to answer when my mother makes her appearance.

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