“What do you mean by that?”

“If you want to make him mad to keep him as far away from breaking your heart again, then we have some work to do.”

* * *

RYOT

I tear my AirPods out of my ears and set them on the kitchen counter as I try to catch my breath. After a sleepless night of tossing and turning and running my interaction with Myla over and over again, I decided to wake up early and get a long run in before the day got hot. I thought it would help my racing mind, but all it did was amp me up even more.

Do I believe Myla would go out last night and hook up with a man? No, but I’m also not blind to Nichole’s influence either. I wasn’t taking any chances, and sure, I didn’t handle it well, but I couldn’t stop myself. The moment I had her near me, it was like whenever I’m near her. I love this woman. And then she stuck her fingers in my mouth, letting me taste her arousal. I was gone. What comes naturally between us continued to happen. I wanted to make love to my wife.

And I regret not letting her come all over my fingers. Hell, I regret not pushing her onto the bed, yanking her skirt up, and pressing my mouth to her pussy where I would eat her out until she screamed my name.

I regret a lot of fucking things.

I open the fridge for the eggs to make some breakfast when I realize the fridge is empty besides a few yogurts I bought myself.

What the hell? There was food in here last night.

I shut the fridge door only to find Myla on the other side.

“Jesus,” I say. “Where’s all the food?”

“Oh, you mean the food I bought at the grocery store?” she asks, her arms folded, a tremble in her fingers.

“Yes, that food.”

“It’s in the garage fridge.”

“Why is it in there?” I ask.

“Because that’s my fridge.”

“What?”

She props one hand on her hip as she leans against the counter. “Well, I had an epiphany last night.” Her voice is shaky, but I sense an air of confidence too. “While I was making myself come in the shower after you left me hanging.” Fuck. The image of her in the shower, fucking herself, feels like a full-on technicolor re-enactment in my head. “Are you paying attention?”

“Yes,” I answer, my mind snapping back to her. “What was your epiphany?”

“Well, if you’re going to have demands, then I think it’s fair that I have mine as well.”

“You think giving me the respect of not fucking another man while your name is still attached to me is a demand? That’s just being courteous to your husband.”

She glances away for a moment and then quietly says, “The fact that you even have to question the intention behind Nichole’s presence here is insulting.” Her eyes flick up to mine. “I would never cheat on you, Ryot.”