Always by Richie Amy

Author:Richie, Amy [Richie, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: World Castle Publishing
Published: 2012-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Marcus ran his hand along the headboard of the bed slowly. His eyes remained down cast, but I saw the muscle in his jaw working. The small smirk on his lips didn’t portray amusement.

“Marcus,” I began awkwardly, “I thought you would be out.”

“Surprise, surprise,” he said in a low voice.

I walked slowly to the vanity and put my purse on top of it. I needed to buy a little time to calm my nerves before I faced him. I peeled the three rings from my fingers and dropped them into a shallow metal dish. The clank seemed to echo in the room.

When I turned around, Marcus was still standing by the bed. “Did you have a good time?” he asked without a smile.

“We had a pleasant evening, yes.” I smoothed my hands along my skirt.

“Hmm.” He nodded slowly.

“What about you? What did you do?”

“Did you dance many numbers?” He asked instead of answering me.

“I…um…” I brushed at the loose strands around my ears, but refrained from actually pushing it back. “I can’t really remember. A few, I guess.”

“A few?” His eyes widened in mock surprise.

Kyle’s face flashed in my memory; the Kyle from that very evening as we laughed and told stories to one another. I had felt twinges of guilt then, but that was nothing compared to the heavy weight of the guilt I felt now with Marcus watching my every expression.

“At least you enjoyed yourself.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I crossed my arms, but then let them fall back at my sides.

“Who did you dance with?”

“David,” I answered automatically, even while my ears burned.

“Is he a good dancer?” He began to circle the edge of the bed, bringing himself closer to me.

“He’s efficient,” I tried to smile, but my lips had gone strangely numb.

“I believe, dear wife, that you and I have never shared a dance.”

I stopped myself from telling him that if he’d wanted to dance with me, he should have come with us. “No, I don’t think we have.” Where was that maid?

“Your dress looks nice,” he complimented me, but it didn’t feel like a compliment.

I once again brushed my hand nervously along the pale pink gown. The delicate lace at the neckline did little to hide what was beneath it. “Thanks,” I said awkwardly.

If only I hadn’t danced with Kyle Duncan, I would have no reason to feel ashamed of myself. If only…

“Tell me,” he walked more purposefully and stopped right in front of me. “Who else did you dance with?”

My tongue dried up and stuck to the roof of my mouth. I had made the mistake of looking up at him and now I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his.

The dark blue color seemed to turn to liquid swirling around the too large pupils. The intensity seared through me, rooting me to the spot. Even if I had the strength to run from him, I wouldn’t have been able to. Besides, he was my husband–he had the right to know who I had danced with.

“There is… someone that I’ve met,” I admitted reluctantly.

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