Page 66 of Keeping Skylar
Skylar, my usually shy and reserved wife when it came to public displays of affection, was right there in front of me, locked in a steamy kiss with some random douche for the whole world to see.
Before I could stop myself, my feet were carrying me straight towards their booth to find out what the hell was going on. The look on her face when she saw me was priceless—she was clearly stunned, of course. I’m the last person she ever expected to run into tonight.
When she met my gaze, I wanted her to see the fury in my eyes, to let her know that I finally found her, and there was no escaping me now. Ready or not, she owes me a conversation, and she’s going to give me one before the night ends. She’s already made me wait long enough.
“Well, well. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’m seeing a ghost,” I snark, keeping my gaze firmly on my wife while pointedly ignoring the others in the booth.
Sky doesn’t move, her mouth remaining tightly shut as she stares at me in shock.
The man beside her, the one whose frisky hands were all over my wife just moments ago, slowly turns to face me, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution.
When our gazes finally meet, the schmuck has the audacity to grin at me.
“Hi, I’m Heath. Are you a friend of Skylar’s?” he asks. I ignore his stupid question and tilt my head to the side, letting my eyes scan him slowly, trying to figure out what Sky finds so appealing about the guy. There’s no denying Heath’s good looks—tall, muscular, and all sharp lines and angles. He looks to be around my age, maybe slightly younger.
He carries a confidence that borders on arrogance, the kind that suggests he knows exactly how charming and attractive he is—and isn’t shy about using it to his advantage. It’s probably how he managed to win my wife over in the first place.Double schmuck!
I tear my gaze away from him and glance around their booth, spotting another couple seated across from them, both eyeing me with guarded suspicion. Good. They should be.
When I look back at Sky, she’s still frozen in place. Once she shakes off the shock, she blinks, clears her throat, and finally finds her voice. “What are you doing here, Kaden?” she asks nervously.
“After all this time, this is how you greet your husband.” I hear a sharp gasp from the woman seated across from her, while Heath and the other man whip their heads back and forth between me and my wife, trying to make sense of what they’ve just heard.
Sky ignores their stares, her eyes fixed solely on mine. “You know damn well you’re not that to me anymore,” she snaps, her voice low and oozing with venom.
I casually shrug, playing it off like her words didn’t hit a nerve. “Last I checked, we’re still married in the eyes of the law, my sweet darling wife.” I smirk.
In the next breath, Heath abruptly stands and steps in front of me. We’re toe-to-toe, as if preparing for a fight of a lifetime, our chests nearly touching. Our jaws are clenched, and fists are tight on our sides, ready for whatever comes next.
“Mate, you’ve got five seconds to walk away,” Heath warns me. He’s an inch taller, with a bit more muscle, but height and size don’t always translate to strength. I’m skilled in boxing and Muay Thai, and he looks like he can hold his own too. Neither of us is willing to back down or show even a hint of intimidation.
How tempting would it be to land a nice, firm uppercut to his jaw right now.
But before either of us can make a move, Sky leaps out of her seat and rushes towards us. “No, Heath! Stop!” she yells, desperately trying to wedge herself between us.
The other man sitting at the booth quickly rises from his seat and rushes over to grab Heath by the arm, whispering something to him. Heath takes a step back, giving Sky the chance to step in front of him. She places a gentle hand on his chest, her touch seemingly snapping him out of his daze. When he looks down at her, his expression instantly softens.
“Heath, please. Not here, okay,” she pleads. “It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it.”
I release a loud scoff, and Heath shoots me a menacing glance, his nostrils flaring, a silent warning flickering in his eyes.
“Please sit down. I’ll handle this, okay,” she urges him.
He shakes his head in disapproval. “No! That slimy, son of a bitch doesn’t get to waltz in here demanding some happy fucking reunion with you. He’s not welcome here!” he bellows, pointing a finger at me.
I let out a deep chuckle, noticing the growing attention from the other patrons. “And who might you be, exactly? Another lowlife fuckboy trying to get into bed with someone else’s wife?”
Suddenly, a loud commotion erupts as Heath lunges at me, but the other woman quickly steps in, helping the man restrain him while muttering something to calm him down. My wife screams in panic. Meanwhile, I stand firm, a smirk on my face as I watch the scene unfold, unable to suppress my laughter.
Sky whirls around to face me, her fury palpable as her cold gaze meets mine. “Kaden, outside now!” she barks, gesturing aggressively towards the door.
Just as she’s about to storm off, Heath grabs her elbow. “Babe, don’t go.”
She offers him a reassuring glance, then gently places her hand over his. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”
He frowns, seemingly unconvinced, but after a brief moment, he releases his grip and lets her go.
Sky strides towards the door without looking back at me, and I trail closely behind her.
