Page 240 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Um,” I stammered like a fool, unable to form a proper sentence.

Matt blinked those long lashes at me then leaned in close enough for his lips to almost brush mine. “Sex was never our problem, poppet.”

He was right. Sex hadn’t been one of our main problems. He had also evaded the question.

Fighting the urge to press my lips into his, I swallowed the lump of sexual frustration that currently squatted in my throat and asked again, “Did you sleep around though?”

Matt sighed, the rush of air across my lips felt heavenly. Damn. How sad was that?

“I came close, but I couldn’t in the end.” he reluctantly admitted.

With my bump nestled securely between us, I leaned backwards and frowned. “Who was it? It was that woman from the papers, wasn’t it? The one you told me was a C.O.O. Your hand was all over her ass.”

His hand hadn’t been over her ass, but jealousy was a hell of a thing.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he muttered and my eyebrows shot up, way up.

“Excuse me?” I took a step back. “Didn’t you say we had to be upfront with each other if this,” I waved a hand between us. “Is going to work?”

His shoulders slumped down and Matt ran an agitated hand through his hair. “Don’t over-react.”

My eyes were squinty already. “Who?”

“Remember,” he hedged, now rubbing his chin. “I thought you had cheated, I was furious and devastated at the same time. I wasn’t in a good frame of mind.”

“Who. Was. It.” I was eyeballing him hard.

Matt took a deep breath then mumbled out a name.

“Say what?” I didn’t shriek. My voice was low and dangerous whilst my hands clenched.

He glanced at me then closed his eyes in resignation. Yeah. He knew.

“How – could – you – be – so – stupid?” Each word was punctuated by a smack on his arms. “Her? Of – all – the – bloody – women – that – skank! You! Idiot! I ought to -”

Matt, to his credit, took each blow without complaint until my hands got tired and I stopped sniffling. He had gone back toher. The evil cow who had destroyed our marriage. I growled in anger. Ha. If Matt hadn’t been such a fool.

“You know,” I said, shaking my head in disgust. “I don’t blameher. She didn’t force you to believe her, to go back to her. You fell for her games, hook, line and sinker. All because she’s one of you, one of theelite gang, and I wasn’t. Of course, you’re going to believe that viper over your own bloody wife! She set me up and you believed her. Stupid man. I bet you shagged her. You boinked her.”

“Poppet, I didn’t. I swear I didn’t. Things got a touch out of hand but I didn’t have intercourse with Loui- with her.”

Another vehement shake of head from me. “I am furious with you right now, Matthew. I don’t even want to look at you, in fact, call me a taxi. I’m going home.” The loud growl came from my stomach and not my mouth this time.

“You must be hungry. Let’s eat first,” Matt’s tentative suggestion made me angrier.

“No. Go order me an Uber taxi, you have the app, right? And makesure it’s not too much money.” I turned, giving him my back and scowling at the floor. I didn’t even want to see his damned reflection in the mirror.

“I can make you a chicken salad,” he offered. “Or maybe beef? I think there are some cuts left over from what the chef prepared yesterday.”

I was fuming, but I needed to know. Spitting venom, I asked, “Beef from Fortnum and Mason?”

“Maybe,” He came up behind me. “Will you stay if it is?”

“Maybe.” I replied belligerently. “You’re such an idiot.”

“There is nothing you can say that I haven’t already said to myself,” His forlorn tone tugged at my sympathy.

I spun around to face him. “I can’t go through it again, Matt.”

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