We walked up the stairs and down to the bedroom furthest from where we were standing. The servants opened the door without us having to do anything and I quietly got in with Hunter right behind of me.
I paused after realizing that there was only one bed situated in the middle of the room.
“What is this?” I demanded. “Where am I supposed to sleep?”
He quirked a brow and started to unbutton his shirt. “Where else will my wife sleep but in my bed?”
I pressed my lips together and crossed my arms over my chest while glaring at him. “Why don’t you ask your mistress to sleep here with you? Clearly you don’t need a wife.”
He lifted a brow, surprised by my question. “Do you know what’s the definition of a mistress Isabella?”
My eyes widened as he pulled the shirt of his body revealing the sexiest manly chest I’d ever seen on any man before. I hated to admit it but I was definitely distracted by the current display of muscles and smooth skin. The man was a masterpiece and I didn’t think he understood that. If he did, he wouldn’t be standing here wondering what the hell I was staring at. That was definitely the look I got from him.
“I-I… Do you have to do that?”
He looked puzzled by my question. “Do what?”
“Take of your shirt while I’m talking to you!”
“We’re now a married couple. You should get used to seeing me naked from now on.”
I flushed at his words. Get used to seeing him naked? I didn’t think that was something I would ever get used to. Even the sight of his naked chest was hard for me to look at … Or stop looking at, as the case may be.
“I will be hosting a dinner party tonight in honor of your arrival.” He said suddenly.
His back was turned to me as he searched inside the closet for a shirt. I bit my l*p while his muscles flexed in front of me. I didn’t understand why I found every damn thing about him so attractive.
“Why are you doing that?” I asked sarcastically. “So that everyone can see that you married me but still have your mistress around? I think I’ve been embarrassed enough already.”
“You will attend.” Hunter growled.
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***HUnTER***
Isabella was angry. I could sniff the tension in the air, all of which was coming from her.
What had her like this? Whatever it was, I was definitely the reason for it. Her anger was directed straight towards me. I wanted to find out and solve the problem for her. I shook my head at that thought. Here I went letting the girl decide my actions again. I’d warned my own self against this. I wouldn’t be weak for her.
But I hated to admit it. Her anger for some reason turned me on. It awakened the beast inside of me, the wolf that had been bruised before. He wanted her… Just as much as I did.
It angered me that she didn’t want to attend the party I’d already organized in her honor. She was being intentionally difficult. What angered me more than that was the fact that despite all of this I still wanted to slam her against the wall and press my lips to her neck … where I could easily bite down and …
What the f**k was I thinking?
She turned to me with passion filled eyes. “I would like to see you try and make me.”
***ISABELLA***
I don’t know why I’d said it. Angering the beast was not what I was trying to do. Or maybe that’s exactly what I wanted. I was angry that he had a mistress and in turn I wanted to make him just as angry as I was. Why should I be the only one frustrated over something that I could hardly control? I glared at him from across the room, challenging him to force me to go to that dinner party.
He took a step in my direction with determination in his eyes but paused at something. It was only then did I realize someone was knocking on the door.
I felt my body stiffen as I saw that woman enter the room. I narrowed my eyes as she walked over to Hunter with a soft smile on her face.
“Your presence is needed in the kitchen.” She informed him. “The cooks want to know what to prepare for tonight.”
Hunter turned to me and his penetrating gaze went straight through my feigned calm composure. “Tonight, Isabella. Be ready. I don’t want to have to repeat myself again.”
I watched as he left the room leaving his mistress behind with me. She turned to me on her heels and eyed me from head to toe. She was quiet as she watched me with bored yet envious eyes.
“So you’re the woman my Hunter was forced to marry.” She said suddenly, breaking the silence between us.
I got up from the bed and pretended like she didn’t exist. I knew women like her well. I wasn’t about to let her intimidate me even though I was angry about this entire situation.
“You’re absolutely no one to him; soon you’ll realize that on your own.” She hissed. I sensed that my attempt to ignore her did well in my favor. However, her words did strike a nerve.
I narrowed my eyes and finally gave her the attention that she so desperately wanted. “I don’t see a wedding ring on your finger.”
Her eyes flared. “He’s known me way longer than he’s known you. Believe me, he will always choose me over you.”
I quirked a brow and crossed my arms over my chest. “Is that really what you believe? Honey, if you haven’t noticed. I’m the one he’s married to. I’m the one he’s made room for in his bed. I’m the woman he’s throwing a dinner party for tonight. If you ask me, you’ve already been replaced.” I said calmly. “I don’t understand why a woman such as yourself would settle being someone’s mistress but that really isn’t my problem, is it?”
I inwardly laughed at the expression on her face. She’s the one that wanted to play dirty in the first place. Without another word she stormed out of the bedroom leaving me alone. This, I was grateful for. I’d had a very long day and I could already tell that I was about to have a long night as well.
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