Chapter Two
“Damn, girl, this here is a piece of heaven. I mean, you’ve taken chocolate, and you took it from sin, and just wow.”
Addison laughed as Dean kept describing exactly how much he loved the triple chocolate cake she’d just made. She left the cake on the counter, and finished cleaning up the bowls where she’d made her heavenly frosting. Everything was going well according to her agent, Paula. The book was selling well, and the interviews were going great. Paula believed there could be a cookery series in a couple of months as there was talk of people approaching her.
The only downfall to her cookery show was Shaun.
Paula had explained that any show she did, it would be based in her kitchen, where she was surrounded with her friends and family. They would expect Shaun. Her agent knew about her relationship with Shaun, as Addison had no choice but to explain the situation. She’d never lied to anyone, and used her name to get what she wanted. It took a year for her viewers to discover who she was, and it had been a gradual process until it had gone out in the papers. Billionaire’s wife, a video cook.
She’d expected Shaun to get in touch, but he’d done nothing. With the way he acted around her, she doubted he even had a clue what she was doing with her life.
Dean kept moaning and groaning as he took another slice of the cake. Leaning against the sink, she chuckled. Dean was her neighbor from across the hall. The building housed two large apartments, and Dean was a big time model.
Surprisingly, they’d formed a friendship, which was also bound together by the fact he had the world’s biggest crush on her best friend, Darla.
Darla, of course, wasn’t going to fall for a model, nor did she believe Dean wanted anything from her.
“Are you putting this on your channel?”
“Yes, I was thinking, ‘Death by Chocolate’. What do you think?”
“I don’t know. Tell those ladies of yours to serve this up to the man they love on Valentine’s Day, and every guy would be smitten, I swear.”
Addison chuckled and watched as he enjoyed the cake she’d finished making. She really did love cooking, and it was a passion that was never going to stop as far as she was concerned.
Someone cleared his throat, and she turned in time to see Darla and Shaun, her husband.
Everything just seemed to freeze in place as she stared at him.
“Did you forget that you had a husband?” Shaun asked.
“So, you’re the husband?” Dean asked, standing up.
She noticed he’d finished his cake.
“Who the hell are you?”
“A friend.”
“That’s all you better be!”
The threat in Shaun’s voice surprised her. He looked dangerous, as if he was going to flip and attack Dean at any moment.
Then like a jolt of lightning, she realized her husband was in her apartment, and he’d never once asked about this place.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Shaun turned to look at her. “We need to talk.”
“Why?” They never talked.
They were doing what their parents told them to do. Their marriage was a purely basic one, sex.
Only the sex wasn’t any good. It was bad sex. Even on their wedding night, it had been bad.
Throughout the entire time she’d been in pain, and she hadn’t liked a thing that he did to her.
Running fingers through her hair, she stepped away from the sink and made herself useful. She hated thinking of her wedding night. That one night had set the course of her marriage, but she shouldn’t complain, not really. She loved her life.