The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 472

Mia's POV

"There's a new club. In the Meatpacking District. Very exclusive. Very—" Sophie makes a gesture. Fingers splaying. "—young."

"Young?"

"I need to adjust my hormones, darling." Sophie examines her nails. Perfect red. Perfectly manicured. "I've been surrounded by too much drama. Too much death. Too much—" She waves her hand. "—emotional complexity. I need something simple. Something uncomplicated."

"Like a twenty-year-old with good abs?"

"Exactly like that." Sophie smiles. "Or two. I'm not picky."

Scarlett laughs. That bright sound she makes when something genuinely amuses her. "I'm coming with you."

"Of course you are."

"I need it. " She makes a frustrated sound. "I need some, you know, good men. Real good ones."

Sophie is nodding along. Understanding. "Men need to be trained. Like dogs. They need to understand that there are rules. Expectations."

"I don't think Morton is a dog. He is a——"

"All men are dogs, Mia." Sophie cuts her off. "Some are better trained than others. That's the only difference."

"And your Kyle is absolutely a dog." Sophie says this like it's obvious. "A well-bred one. Good genetics. Good bone structure. But still a dog. Still needs to be trained."

I don't have a response to that. "He is not mine."

"Anyway," Scarlett continues. "I'm coming tonight. I need to—" She gestures at her lower body. "—I need to clear out the cobwebs."

"Cobwebs?" I repeat.

"Between my legs, Mia." Scarlett says this completely straight-faced. "There are cobwebs between my legs. It's been so long that spiders have moved in."

"That's disgusting."

"It's metaphorical."

"It's still disgusting."

"It's ACCURATE." Scarlett's voice rises slightly. Dramatic. "I haven't had sex in—" She counts on her fingers. Stops. Counts again. "—too long. Way too long."

I can't help it. The words come out before I can stop them.

"Three weeks ago. Morton. His car. Ring any bells?"

Scarlett's face goes red.

"SHUT UP."

"I WILL KILL YOU."

Sophie is laughing now. That full laugh she does. Head thrown back. Hand on her chest. "Oh mon Dieu. You had car sex? With Morton? After the divorce?"

Scarlett says through gritted teeth. "It was—it was a moment of weakness."

"A moment that lasted two hours," I add helpfully.

"MIA."

"She told me everything, Sophie. Everything. There was a whole thing with the steering wheel—"

"I'm going to murder you." Scarlett's voice is deadly calm. "I'm going to murder you and no one will ever find the body."

"The gearshift was also involved—"

"MIA!"

Sophie is crying now. Actually crying. Tears running down her face from laughing so hard. Her mascara somehow staying perfect because of course it does.

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