Page 27 of Vow to Hate You

The voice came from behind me, and I looked over to see Kal, one of our security guards. His longer black hair was pulled into a bun, and he was wearing the same jeans and black t-shirt he would have on when the doors opened tonight. All he needed was his mask. Only my employees saw my face. A strong legal document was the reason they all stayed quiet about who owned Club Facade.

“What’s up, Kal?” Rhyett asked.

Kal’s gaze stayed on me. “Did she find you?”

“Who?”

“Your wife.”

My heart dropped. “What?”

“Yeah. She showed up a little after you, saying you forgot your wallet.”

I had no idea why I even felt my back pocket. Of course, I had my wallet. She was using it as an excuse to enter my fucking club. Kal must have noticed my change because he shifted on his feet nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, I was surprised too. We all know you’re married, but I thought she was still overseas,” he blurted. “She even showed me a picture of your wedding, and you as a teenager because I didn’t believe her at first.”

Rhyett was full-on laughing by now. “Better go find your wife before she wrecks your club.”

I grumbled a curse, spinning around to leave the main area. I pushed open the employee doors, scanning the long hall. It was empty, and I strode forward, checking the dressing rooms first. I opened every door, not finding her anywhere. My heart raced the longer I looked. Whatever she was up to, wasn’t anything good.

Slowing my steps, I noticed the light under the last door. Which was my damn office. Sucking in a breath, I quietly cracked the door open, peeking inside. Talie was standing behind my desk, rifling through the drawers. I stood there, watching her as she took out a stack of papers before thumbing through them.

She froze, her eyes slowly lifting to meet mine. Other than her cheeks flushing slightly, she didn’t look the least bit sorry about getting caught.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, stepping into the office, shutting the door behind me.

She grinned wickedly. “I wanted to see where my husband worked.”

“Talie, do not play with me,” I warned, striding toward her until only the desk was between us.

“Nice office,” she commented. “How often are you here?”

I stared at her, a muscle in my jaw ticking. This club was something I’d built for the last five years, and I went through hell to get it. She wasnotgoing to fucking ruin it.

“Did you get my text?” I asked, changing the subject.

“No.”

I scrubbed a hand down my face. “We have somewhere to go tonight.”

“No. I want to be here for the show.”

“Show?” I sputtered. “I know you’re not talking about my club show.”

“What other show would I be talking about?”

I chuckled gruffly. “That’s not happening.”

“Fine. Then I’ll work here.” She sauntered around the desk, stopping in front of me. “I saw the girls working. I think I’d look great in one of those outfits.”

The image of her in the leather outfit had my dick stirring, but I shut that down fast, shaking my head. “No. You’re not working here.”

I went utterly still when she trailed her finger down my chest, her face tilting up to meet my eyes. Her devilish smile proved she had a hidden agenda, yet I still didn’t stop her when her fingertips reached my lower stomach.

“How can you try to dictate my sexual life when you own a place like this?” she questioned, a hint of danger lurking in her voice.

I scowled, grabbing her wrists. “My place of business has nothing to do with our marriage.”

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