Page 17 of Sinful Affair

“It’s over between us. I don’t want to be your…” she pauses, “mistress,” she whispers into the speaker and my chest aches. I don’t want her to be my mistress either, then she really fucking rattles me. “I have Tate. And Tate doesn’t have a wife, and I am sure Tate will fuck me just as good, if not better than you,” she hiccups before continuing. “So goodbye Mr Henry,” and she fucking cuts me off.

Mr fucking Henry.

I am seething.

Who the fuck is Tate.

I swear to God if he even places a fucking fingertip on her skin, I will rip his fucking head off.

Swiping my keys off the side table, I yank the door open and see Jeff sitting kerbside. I don’t fuck about. I slam the door behind me, and I am running towards the car.

“Go to the office,” I order, and Jeff puts his foot down and pulls away.

I try ringing her, but it goes to voicemail.

“Fuck!” I slam my fist into the back of the passenger seat and Jeff looks at me in the rearview. He knows better than to question me. I talk to Jeff a lot, but when my heads gone, and I am in this state he knows to keep quiet.

We get there in ten minutes and I swear Jeff jumped every red light.

I’m out the car before he even stops, and I run across the road to the bar where her phone last pinged her location. Pushing through the doors, my chest is heaving as I scan the room for her and my fucking heart bottoms out.

There she is. My Bella, kissing some scrawny little cunt.

Not on my watch.

I storm over, grabbing Tate by the shoulder and pulling him off her, then landing a fist into his face. Fuck.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I spit down at him.

“Henry!” she shouts at me, standing from the stool and nearly losing her balance.

Tate looks at a pretty blonde girl, then back to Bella who is trying to drag me away.

“Keep your fucking hands off of her, she belongs to me. Don’t you dare touch her, don’t even fucking look in her direction,” I shout, and I am fully aware I have lost my fucking head over this girl.

Tate cowers back, nodding, and I feel a little bad. His lip and nose are busted.

I twist around and see her standing there. All glassy eyed and dazed on alcohol. I shake my head, bending over slightly and scooping her up as I toss her over my shoulder, then I grab her bag from the table.

“Where are you taking her?” Her friend stands up, moving in front of me, eyes bouncing between mine and not going to lie, she kind of scares me.

“I’m taking her home, with me, I’ll get her to call you in the morning,” and my hardened facial expression softens as Bella slaps me on the back.

“I know where you live mother fucker, if she hasn’t called me by seven a.m. tomorrow, I will find you,” she narrows her gaze on me and my lips twitch.

“Okay,” I nod softly and walk Bella out of the bar and into my car, all whilst she is kicking and screaming.

Throwing her in the back of the car, I slide in next to her and slam the doors.

“Who do you think you are?” she shouts at me, then slaps me across my face.

Shit.

“You are blind drunk, he would have taken advantage of you!” I shout back at her.

“What like you did the other night?” her brows raise.

“Don’t you dare,” I seethe as my rage simmers.