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“Oh, I’m sorry; I saw you a few weeks ago at your husband’s sex club,” she purrs, oozing confidence and extending her hand. “I’m Kalie Hammond.”
“Ah, Kalie, I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you without my husband’s cock in your mouth.”
The stretch of her eyes tells me she wasn’t expecting such a response, and I’m delighted to return the favor of catching her off guard.
I slide my palm over hers with a sickly sweet smile etched on my lips.
“I’ve been trying to contact Spencer, but he refuses to take my calls.”
I nod.Interesting, he hasn’t mentioned this to me.
“Well, he’s kind of busy at the moment,” I jerk my head toward the stage. “Can I give him a message?”
She looks between my eyes as if searching for something. What, I can’t imagine...hatred, maybe?
“I’m sorry for having had an affair with your husband.”
I smile, determined to give her the impression I’m just humoring her.
“Thank you, Kalie, I appreciate the sentiment; it’s very sweet but you see, the term ‘having an affair’, to me, would suggest you were ever a risk to my marriage.” Her expression sharpens. “You weren’t.”
She glances at the podium, at Spencer, and I notice the muscle dancing in her jaw. My vindictive side makes me pleased to see how I’m affecting her.
Spencer’s words falter, he stammers, and I glance over to see he’s glaring straight at her, his cheeks losing its usual color.
“You see, my husband has done this for years.” I lean forward, dropping my voice to a whisper. “It’s one of our little kinks. He goes out, meets slutty women who he can manipulate into performing more and more outlandish acts for him. Then, he comes home to fuck me while telling me all about it.”
My mouth moves an inch closer to her ear.
“It turned me on to hear you begging for my husband’s cock.”
I notice her breathing has changed and suspect she’s getting angry. Nowhere near as angry as me though, I’m fucking furious.Has he shared his involvement in this place with her? Does she know more about him than I do?
“I’ve been to see the doctor,” she continues, still staring at my husband.
Her hand slides across her perfectly flat stomach, and my heart sinks; oh, fuck.Has he lied about how often he touched her?My head is spinning. I need to get out of this room.
“It’s very important that I speak to Spencer.”
I bob my head and smile, but my previous confidence is evaporating.
“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll make sure he calls you,” I say, my voice echoing in my ears. As if I’m down a long tunnel and I can’t see the end.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Spencer
The moment I saw Kalie; it was obvious she was here to cause trouble.
How the hell did she know I was here in the first place? My charity work is private; only a handful of my employees are aware of it.
I focused on the two women. To outsiders, they would appear to be whispering together like old friends, but I know my wife. She’s gone into attack mode. Her shoulders are back, and she’s got that glint in her eye that says,‘Don’t fuckwith me and mine.’
Someone in the audience asks a question, and I have no choice but to drag my eyes away from the pair.
When I glance back, the space they’d occupied is empty. Both women have disappeared.
Fuck!
