And there it is: the subtle little “f**k you” that reminds me that I can’t afford to complain about any of this. Not without revealing all of my cards. Not without throwing myself headlong down the rabbit hole.
“Have fun,” I say grudgingly.
She gives me a tight smile. “Thank you.”
“Blyat’,” I swear under my breath the moment she disappears.
I have a dull, dry business meeting to attend while my wife is going to be out at some random bar full of horny guys in that sexy-as-sin dress and f**k-me heels.
I sigh and glare at myself in the mirror. “Getting what I asked for is nothing like it used to be.”
The club is insanity. Without Nikita’s assistance, I never would have gotten in on my own.
When Rowan arrives, she confirms it for me. “I was shitting myself waiting for them to find my na
