HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 44

Meadow’s POV:

A lady had come out of the passenger seat, and she had a shy smile on her face as she leaned back into the car to talk to someone inside–Alaric..

She had on a short, tailored dress, chic and business casual. Her dark hair was slicked back into a ponytail. And she was pretty.

Very pretty. The kind that made your stomach twist, even if you had no reason to be jealous.

I swallowed.

I knew what this marriage was, and I knew what it wasn’t. But there was nothing that could prep me for the hit to my ego when the man that I’d been pining over–no. Horny over–was bringing another woman to the house.

Was she supposed to be my replacement? Someone prettier and less complicated who probably wouldn’t even need to be asked if she was ‘ready‘?

I stood, a bitter taste in my mouth as I prepared to walk back into the house, away from all this.

But then the driver’s door opened. And it wasn’t Alaric who stepped out of the car.

It was Trip, his bodyguard.

The breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding escaped my lungs. I had never felt this sort of relief before.

I straightened. I could feel Nova watching me carefully, but she didn’t say anything. And her silence was enough.

The girl spotted us, and waved at us politely while Trip nodded, sunglasses sitting on his face even though the sun was nearly gone.

“Oh, damn,” Nova whistled. “That is one hot, burly, sexy…”

“Nova, you’re drooling all over.” I smirked at her. “Besides, I thought you were staying off bad boys? This is Alaric’s bodyguard.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate his beauty,” she murmured, rolling her eyes. “Who’s the girl anyway?”

We got our answer when the trunk popped open, and the woman reached inside to pull out a rack of garment bags with Trip’s help.

Brows furrowing in confusion, I walked toward the SUV, Nova trailing closely behind.

“Uh… Trip? What is…”

I trailed off as the girl reached for four shoeboxes and boxes that I was sure contained purses.

Trip turned around to look at me, his voice flat as he said, “Mr. Ashford wanted these to be delivered to you.”

My heart stuttered and I blinked. “These are for me?”

The woman finally looked at me directly and smiled, polite and professional. “It’s nice to officially meet you, Mrs. Ashford. I’m Sheila, your stylist. Your husband contacted me for the first time when he asked me to fill up your wardrobe.”

“Oh,” I breathed. “Nice to meet you, Sheila, but I still don’t understand why these dresses are here.”

“He said you have an event to attend this weekend and asked me to bring a few options.”

Something fluttered in my chest. I didn’t know if I should melt or scream.

‘Damn you, Alaric. Why would you do something that made me want to crawl inside your skin and never come out?‘

“Uh, this is more than just a few,” I murmured, a nervous laugh escaping my mouth. “And I already have dresses that haven’t been worn so why-”

Nova let out a strangled sound. “Oh my god, Meadow, just fucking accept it.”

A deep chuckle sounded behind me and I turned around, surprised to see Trip laugh when I was sure that there was nothing he did but frown and scowl.

But the moment I looked at him, he sniffed, mouth turning down into the famous scowl–though I could still see the hint of a smile.

“Shut up, Nova,” I muttered, shooting her a glare.

She only shrugged.

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