Page 92 of Honeymoon Phase
My God. What else is my supposed best friend hiding from me?
As I watch this Robyn chick move closer to Luke, a flash of possessiveness overcomes me. My chest heaves and my heart races while my hands turn to fists at my sides. Marriage of convenience or not, we are still fucking married, and it was my tongue shoved down his throat less than ten minutes ago. This simply will not do.
Luke
“Did I hear congratulations are in order, Lukey?” Robyn purrs, slithering up to me in the corner of the bar that she followed me to when I was trying to get the fuck away from her.
I eye my brothers, who are still at the table and doing nothing to help me out of this situation. They jerk their heads at me, clearly telling me to get the fuck away from her. I’m trying, damn it!
“Where did you hear that?” I shove a frustrated hand through my hair.
“Oh... around town. And Judy confirmed it of course.”
“What are you even doing in town?” I can’t help but ask.
Her shoulders lift. “Just had some meetings in Boulder. So? Married?” She shoots me a toothy smile that doesn’t feel genuine.
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Yeah, I’m married. Take care, Robyn.”
I move to walk away from her, but her next words stop me dead in my tracks. “You married the daughter of John Monroe, right? Addison, is it?”
I turn slowly on my heel to eye the woman from my past who honestly never asks just an innocent question. My teeth clench as I tilt my head and shake a silent no at her. “Don’t speak her name,” I warn, my tone guttural.
“Testy, testy.” Her tongue darts out to swipe across her ruby lips as her nose wrinkles. “It’s interesting how protective you are of her considering the marriage is a total sham.”
My jaw cracks as I clench my teeth so hard, my jaw aches. “What are you talking about?”
“Matt and I do business with John and had lunch with him yesterday. He told us this marriage you’re in with his daughter isn’t real. It’s just so she can fulfill the trust requirement and the minute I laid eyes on her tonight, I knew he was telling the truth. She issonot your type.”
“You don’t even fucking know me anymore,” I growl, my body vibrating with protectiveness over this woman I hate talking about the woman I love.
“Oh, I think I know you a little.” Her gaze flashes down to my dick, causing me to jerk away from her. She snickers and I feel strangely violated.
“You don’t know shit about me, Robyn. I’m a different man today than I was ten years ago. I’ve grown. You clearly haven’t.”
She loses all humor on her face and pins me with a curious look. “Come on, Lukey.” She reaches out and drags her hand down my chest, causing my body to recoil. “Don’t be like that. I’ve missed you the most. I know things got messy, but what you and I had was always different than what I had with Calder and Wyatt.”
“What are you even saying to me right now?” I hook my thumb behind me. “You’re here with your fucking husband.”
“I know, but we’re in an open marriage.” She glances back to the table that her husband, Matt, is sitting at, and he’s observing her like a goddamn cuckhold. “I like to play, and he likes to watch, and I’dreallylike to play with you again, Luke. You look so good.”
“He’s not interested,” a shrill voice cuts in and I swerve my head to see my tiny wife standing near me with fire blazing in her eyes. She steps forward, backing Robyn into the wall, not even glancing at me as she adds, “Luke doesn’t play, and he never will, so you can take your fucking toys, and your box-dyed hair, and get the fuck out of Jamestown, or I will go up that mountain and start an avalanche to bury your ass here.”
Robyn looks mildly afraid before she sputters out a laugh. “Your wife must be a real firecracker in bed, Lukey.”
“Leave, Robyn,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
She wrinkles her nose as she looks down to Addison. “Does it bother you?”
“Does what bother me?” Addison asks, her eyes turn to slits as her jaw goes taut.
Robyn leans forward and whispers in her ear, “Does it bother you to know I had him first?”
A strange noise echoes from the woman beside me and before I realize it, Addison’s hands are on Robyn’s shirt, and she’s yanked her down to the floor and is straddling her while she grips Robyn by the hair and yanks her around like a rag doll.
The sound of chairs scraping echoes in the room as Wyatt, Calder, and Max appear beside me watching the fight take place in complete awe.
“Should I stop it?” I ask, my heart racing at the sight of Addison going completely feral on a woman from my past.
