Bree’s POV
‘To be known is to be loved. Yeah?’
‘Except Greg was once like that, and a man like Zack Lombardi would do anything just to slide that big fat c**k in.’ My mind gags me.
After the bank scenario, I tried to hide my blush, but I couldn’t. The serpent was slowly creeping under my skin, so much so that I had him running through my head all day.
And now, while I fix my husband’s dinner, I think about his enemy. Not the happy moments we share as a couple.
Not even the urge to fling myself at him, kiss him, and make him relax like a perfect wife.
The delicious smell of creamy pasta, veggie sauce, and grilled steak fills the air.
‘What if he’s not as bad as Greg makes him sound?’
‘Oh, god. Bree?!’ My mind is done with me.
“Bree?”
‘How about you focus on the goddamn meal, o
