“Never.”
I sigh. “I never said I wasn’t coming. Just that you were an ass.”
“That implied you weren’t coming.”
I roll my eyes and can’t help but let my eyes ling
er behind him to his unmade bed. His bed is a million times better than my bed, maybe because Kade is always in it. I can’t help that no matter how angry I am with Kade, I still want to end up in his bed tonight. How pathetic does that make me?
“I’m here. Are we going to this thing or not?”
“Absolutely.”
He holds out his hand to me, but I turn and storm down the stairs to wait in the garage. We hop into his McLaren and take off to his event. And some-fucking-how, my hand finds its way into his. Honestly, I’m fucking screwed, because even when I hate him, I want him.
“What is this event?” I ask, as we step into his bar. I never even asked where the event was, but I’m glad it’s here. We both feel comfortable in his bar.
“Don’t be mad.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What the hell did you bring me to?”
He looks straight ahead, with a panicked look on his face. Our fingers are still interconnected, and I can feel a coldness shoot through his body.
I turn to see what he’s looking at. Anastasia. Her fiancé. And my fucking family.
“Care to explain?”
He swallows and takes a deep breath, like that’s going to save him.
“Anastasia booked her engagement party here.”
“That doesn’t mean that we have to be here!”
“She invited me as well. And unfortunately, I can’t turn down an invitation to go to my wife’s sister’s engagement party. It wouldn’t represent my kind-hearted appearance I’ve worked so hard to build.”
“You mean your jerk, bastard, slutty reputation. The one that I married you to try to fix?”
He smirks. “Behave or don’t. I don’t care. I just got an excuse to have my wife get all dressed up and go to an event with me. No matter how boring.”
“You so owe me for this.”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “And how will I ever repay you?”
His hand slides down the back of my dress, stopping on my ass.
I blush. Damn him. He’s going to get me naked in one of the bathroom stalls most likely. Ugh, why did I have to fake marry such a good-looking man?
He brings his hand back up to a more appropriate spot in the middle of my back and guides me forward.
“You came. I didn’t think the Kings had time for our measly little family anymore,” Anastasia says, wrapping her arms around her fiancé. He doesn’t speak; he just stands stoically. He’s more of an accessory for Anastasia than a person.
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss my sister’s engagement party.”
Anastasia holds out her ring to me. “What do you think? Is it too big?”
I want to say yes. It’s far too big. And the only reason she has an updated version, twice the size of mine, is to compete with me.
“It looks great.”