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“About four years.” Four years. That’s a long time. Definitely long enough to train her to be your obedient c*m s**t. Inspecting my face, Callum drawls, “Dear wife. Are you jealous?” “No.” He chuffs out a laugh. “You seem to forget I can tell when you’re lying.” “Which is odd, isn’t it? Considering you barely know me.” His voice drops, and his eyes start to burn. “I know all about you.” “Hmm. Your detective friend.” We gaze at each other across the table, the tension cracking, until he says, “I told you I wasn’t f*****g anyone else. That’s the truth.” “That sounds like an equivocation.” “How so?” “You said you’re not f*****g anyone else now. How about in the past? Did your d**k accidentally find itself inside her?” He licks his lips and grins at me. “No. But I wish I could say
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