Making His Wife by Rose Jenna

Author:Rose, Jenna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

6

Locke

I could barely sleep last night, wondering whether or not Willow has been good about taking her birth control lately or not.

It’s my fault if she gets pregnant of course. I had options yesterday, but I didn’t choose any of the smart ones. Like a pussy-crazed-idiot, I went right ahead and came inside of her, only to be confronted by the fact that she had done the whole thing just to get me to put a goddamn ring on her finger.

I kicked her gold-digging ass out of the office faster than she’d made her way in.

Of course she’d told me it was all just a big joke, that she was kidding, that she was sorry, but I wasn’t hearing it. I was a bull seeing red, and she was the matador. And if I didn’t get her the hell out of my office, I was going to start breaking things.

I should have known. That’s what this town is about. Sweet young things looking to find themselves a payday. Willow’s a smart girl. She saw my behavior, saw me getting older and figured she’d be the one to settle me down.

And she almost got me to fall for it too.

I called the bank as she was leaving and cancelled the credit card she was using too. Now she’s really on her own.

It’s barely eight o’clock, but I climb out of bed and go into my walk-in-closet and slide open the jewelry drawer. I barely use it. Mostly it’s just a place for my cufflinks and a couple of plain chains I rarely wear. But there’s one thing in particular there that’s on my mind this morning, and it’s in a small box of worn red velvet tucked away in the corner.

Just feeling it in my fingers causes the memories to come rushing back. I used to love going into her room and picking this box up. Opening and closing it over and over again until she finally took it away from me, telling me I was going to break it.

My mother’s jewelry box, and inside, her engagement ring.

Compared to the rings floating around this city these days, it’s nothing special. But now that my mother’s gone, I always said I’d give this ring to the woman I loved. The woman I ended up marrying. And for a split second last night I thought I could see myself giving it to Willow.

But then she had to go stretch her hand out like a backup dancer in a Beyonce video and ruin everything.

I snap the box shut, place it back in the drawer, and close it.

I used to believe in true love. I thought my parents were a prime example. I never saw them fight, they were always happy, and my father stayed by my mom’s side all the way through cancer. Never left her until it killed her. Then the bottle got him.

But then I went off on my own, sure that I would find myself the same thing.

I searched and I searched, and all I found was emptiness.

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