“Drew, what the hell are you trying to do here?”
“I’m trying to get my wife to understand that I intend to fuck her senseless tonight and then she’s going to fall asleep naked in my arms. You’re a pretty smart girl. I don’t think you need a comprehensive walk-through.”
“Jesus Christ, Drew. I haven’t even talked to you in almost three months. What the hell makes you think that you can just insist that I fly here, have dinner with you, and then go to bed with you? You’re crazy, and I mean that literally. I don’t want to sleep with you.” I demanded. Of course he smiled that stupid sexy smile that went straight to my groin again.
“Let me stay with you, and I promise I won’t touch you unless you tell me to.”
Like I could do that. I shook my head and pushed my almost finished plate away. I was having sex with this man. It was inevitable.
“Tell me how the doctor’s appointments are going,” he coaxed, stabbing my half eaten steak with his fork and placing it on his plate. My hand automatically went to my stomach. I rubbed in circles as I looked up to this beautiful man, defeated.
“They’re going fine. Dawson thinks I need help.
He thinks I have Stockholm syndrome.”
What? Where the fuck did that come from?
Drew laughed. “Are you saying that you are in love with me?”
“You’re so stupid sometimes.”
“And I think this pregnancy is making you a little cranky, eh?”
“You make me cranky. You think I am just supposed to bow down and do whatever you want when you want.”
“If you did everything that I wanted, you would be home with me, in my bed.”
“We need to start divorce procedures.”
That would piss him off.
“I’m not giving you a divorce,” he stated matter-of-fact.
I laughed that time. “You’re not?”
“Nope. Do you want dessert?”
“No. What do you mean you’re not giving me a divorce?”
“I mean that I’m not giving you a divorce,” he repeated.
“Why?”
“Because I love you and I want you to be my wife, and you want to be my wife. The sooner you realize that, and quit trying to play house with Robo-cop in a small town, the better off we would both be.”
“I’m not trying to play house with anyone.” I was getting pissed. The nerve of this man.
“Let’s go,” he said, standing and taking my hand.
“Go where?”
“To our room,” he replied, pulling me close and kissing my lips. I kept my lips still in a straight line. I wasn’t kissing him back. He needed to grow up and realize that the world didn’t spin just because he was on it.
I knew that I wasn’t going to win. I knew that I would be sleeping between the luxurious Egyptian sheets with Drew. I didn’t have to do anything with him though. I would stay away from him. I had just started a good book on my IPad. I would read and ignore him.
“Drew, I have to call Dawson, and you can’t make a sound,” I demanded once we were back in the room.
He tightened his lips and pretended to zip them. I slipped out of the heels and stared at him lying across the bed.
Shit. How the hell was I supposed to talk to Dawson with him sprawled out looking like that?
“Hey sweetie,” Dawson answered on the first ring.
“Hi,” I said, sitting in one of the ornamental wing back chairs, staring directly at Drew who wasn’t taking his eyes off of me.
“How was dinner?”
“It was okay,” I lied. It was far from okay. It still wasn’t okay. Drew was undressing me with his eyes. I had to cross my legs to calm the quivering. It didn’t help.
“How were things between you and Drew?”
“Intense,” that was the only word to describe Drew.
“Did you mention the divorce?”
“I did, but we weren’t alone, so I didn’t go too much into it.”
“You are going to tell him before you leave, right?”
“Yes. Dawson.”
“Does that make you mad, Ry?” he asked, catching my tone. “I thought we talked about this.”
“We did. No. I’m not mad, just tired. I will talk to you in the morning, okay?”
“Okay, get some rest and take care of my baby. I love you.”
“Love you too,” I quickly said.
I dropped my phone to the table and crossed my arms over my growing midsection.
“You’re such a liar,” Drew smirked.
“Shut the hell up,” I shot back. I was so frustrated.
“Why do you feel the need to lie to him, but you make sure that I am very aware of what is going on in Misty Bay?”
“I don’t make you aware of anything. You’re just a nosey son of a bitch.”
“But you don’t lie to me about Dawson. I know you’re fucking him. He has no clue that you are fucking me, does he?”
“He doesn’t know because I am not fucking you, and furthermore, you and I are not together.”
“So you’re going to go home and tell him that I stayed here with you even if I don’t touch you?”
“No.”
“Thought so.”
“I thought you told me that you were going to leave me alone.”