All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 8

SARAH

Ronan holds Aaron’s hands in his for an uncomfortable amount of seconds. I watch his gaze drop to my husband’s other hand, and a wicked grin flashed in his eyes. It makes me fake a cough to clear my throat, anxious. It’s almost like he’s contemplating cutting my husband’s arm off and deriving so much joy from the imagination.

“Uhmm, I’m sorry. But I think we need to go inside right now. The event’s about to start.” I reach for Aaron’s arm and take it from Ronan’s.

He gives me a curt nod.

“I’ll see you around, Sarah.”

Something about the way he says my name makes my stomach twist into a tight knot.

Aaron and I walk hand in hand into the hall, but I can’t stop thinking about Ronan. It’s worse when his name is on the tongue of every person in the hall. The HawkThornes, although very powerful, are known to separate themselves from events of the elite.

Everyone is wondering why he is here, while trying to speak to him. It’s a good thing, it takes his eyes off me every now and then.

I keep myself glued to Aaron’s arm, even though the mere scent of his cologne now irritates me.

I can feel Ronan’s gaze pierce through my skin at every turn. I’m scared that he’ll walk to me, and when he does, I wouldn’t be able to resist him.

“How much is Debbi asking for?” I blurt out, standing beside the champagne fountain. My darling husband seems to have been staring at a certain brunette from across the room. I have to keep his attention to make sure he doesn’t embarrass me, even if it means annoying him.

It works.

Aaron’s brows furrow as he frowns. For the first time since we’ve walked in, he looks at me.

“Why are you asking me that?”

I scoff.

“You’re the one who’s been fucking her, you should know her price. She must have spoken to you about it before she went on a fucking rampage.” I roll my eyes and snatch a flute from the table. I take it down in one gulp.

“Wellspring, Wellspring. That’s all you care about, isn’t it? My name is being smeared with mud, and your darling company is all you care about.”

I look up at him to find him leering at me.

I’m torn between giving him a slap across the face and laughing at his face. I decide to do none. I can’t let him make me cause a scene.

“Your reputation?” I drop the empty flute in a passing tray, before turning fully to face him.

“Why should I care about that when you don’t? I’m not the one whose penis has been sucked by half of Wellspring’s employee population.”

His nostrils flare.

“Maybe if you cared more about me and less about the company…”

No. Hell to the fucking no. I am not going to let him pin this on me.

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