Page 28 of The Billionaire's Bride
"Reasonable?" I turn on her, "Why should I be reasonable, when you go home every night to sleep in the same bed as him?"
"I’ll be on the couch."
"What?" I frown. "Don’t do that. You won’t be able to sleep well there."
"I’ll be fine," she assures me.
"Why can’t he move to another place?"
She blows out a breath, "We’ve had this conversation. As soon as he’s able to fend for himself, he’ll move out."
"Bet he can right now. Bet he’s only playing the sympathy card so he can stay with you."
"Baron," she snaps, "that’s beneath even you."
I snort, "Seriously? You have no idea what Edward is capable of. Just because he was a priest, doesn’t mean he still tells the truth."
She flips her hair over her shoulder. "Do I detect the green-headed monster making an appearance?"
"You think I’m jealous?" I growl.
"Aren’t you?"
"If I were jealous, would I be driving you back to deliver you into his arms?" I squeeze my fingers around the wheel of the car so tightly that pain screeches up my arms.
"Yes, you would," she mutters, "because despite how much you don’t agree with the situation, you’d honor your word."
"What-fucking-ever."
"Oh, I know you, Baron Masters, better than you realize. Which is why you’ll never pull the stunt that you pulled today again."
I arch an eyebrow. "Don’t get your hopes too high, Sugar. I’ll kiss you where I want, when I want."
"No, you won’t."
"The fuck, Ava?" I slam my fist into the wheel and the horn blares. "The fuck are you putting these restrictions on me? It’s fucking unnatural. I want to be able to kiss you when I want, to lick your cunt when I am hungry, to slam into your pussy when I feel like it, to fuck you like you belong to me, to own you like you are mine."
Her breath hitches.
"And I know you want it too."
"Maybe," she finally concedes, "maybe I do."
"Bull-fucking-shit," I snap. "You know you do."
"Doesn’t mean I am going to let myself have it."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because I am determined to give both of you a fair chance."
"Fuck fairness."
"Oh?" She tilts her head, "How would you feel if I walked in there and asked Edward to shag me—"
"Don’t you fucking dare do that," I roar.
"My point exactly."
