Page 130 of The Wrong Sister
“Yeah?” He sounds… playful. “Why do you think that?”
A nasty female giggle grates on my already heightened nerves. “Well, she’s very young for starters. And she looks… hmm, what shall I say? Not like your usual type.”
“And what is my type?”
“Someone like me.” She turns seductive. “Someone with experience. Someone sophisticated.” The voice turns husky. “Someone who knows what you need.”
“You think you know what I need?” Even more playfulness in his voice.
“I do,” she murmurs back.
“Then you know to stay the fuck away from me.” Ezra’s voice turns stone cold. Freezing even. So does the atmosphere in the hallway.
“W-what?” The woman loses the seduction, turning into another insecure person. Just like the rest of us.
“Stay the fuck away because what I need is my wife.”
I don’t have time to escape when Ezra rounds the corner and pauses when he sees me. His lips form a thin line while his eyes roam about my face.
“What are you doing here?” he asks roughly.
“I came to pee,” I squeak like a mouse.
“It’s that way.” He nods toward the women’s bathroom.
“Yeah.” Another squeak.
Right at that moment, the woman walks past us, andsending me an evil eye, she flips her red hair over her shoulder and slowly walks toward the main room. Really slowly. I can hear the click of her stilettos—she’s in no rush. Ezra’s eyes never leave my face.
When the door behind her finally closes, he speaks, looking positively murderous. “Go.”
I nearly run to the bathroom, trying to digest what I just heard.
He didn’t know I was there—I’m sure of it. He looked too surprised to know about me hiding around the corner. He told her he wanted only his wife. Me. I am his wife.
His wife.
So the oldest King lied? I choose to trust Ezra—and my own eyes—over the deceiving tool who happened to be his sperm donor and nothing else.
After quickly finishing my business and fixing the eyeshadow smudges under my eyes, I walk outside and come to a full stop. Ezra’s leaning his back on the wall in front of the restroom, looking so dashing and so casual at the same time.
“What are you still doing here?” I ask.
“Waiting for you.” He pushes away from the wall. “Let’s go.”
I swallow before speaking. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?”
He tilts his head to the side with open curiosity. “Do you want to?”
“No. I mean yes.” I sigh with defeat. “I don’t know. Should we?”
He watches me for a few long moments before replying. “Let me know when you decide.”
I nod and head to the main room where the torture continues for twenty more minutes before Ezra excuses usand leads me outside where Noah and Martin are checking their phones. When they notice us, both their heads lift up, and Martin’s eyes land on Ezra with an accusing glare.
“It’s all good,” I rush to explain before Martin goes ballistic. He’s one second away from saying something that might get him fired. I don’t know how close their relationship is, so I don’t want to risk Martin’s position over nothing.
His eyes squint even more before he shifts his attention to my face. “Are you sure?”
