Page 194 of By His Vow

“What are you doing?” I ask, although, I think it’s pretty obvious.

“Trying to find her,” she explains as she keeps scrolling.

“Good luck with that,” I muse, walking around her to the refrigerator to get my juice.

“Who is she, Kingston?”

I smirk. I can’t help it. Hearing the jealousy in her tone does things to me.

“Who is Cory Denham?” I counter.

In all honesty, I know the answer. That went to the top of my to-do list pretty quickly after watching the way they were dancing together.

“A friend,” she explains.

“A friend who wants to fuck you,” I add, feeling the same green-eyed monster growl in my stomach that infiltrated her voice a few seconds ago.

“Kingston, the whole city—hell, the entire fucking country—knows that I’m wearing your ring. I don’t think you need to worry that?—”

“I’ll always worry,” I blurt without thinking.

Her eyes widen in surprise.

“You’re mine, Tatum. And last night you went out and got drunk with another man.” Her eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh no, you do not get to stand there and say things like that when you did exactly the same thing,” she argues.

“You don’t need to worry about Aubrey. She doesn’t want to fuck me. Unlike your little friend.”

Her nostrils flare as she glares at me.

“There was no chance of that happening,” she seethes.

“Good to know,” I state, twisting the top of my juice bottle off and lifting it to my lips. “But you have fucked him, have you not?” My voice is cold and hard. It tells her all she needs to know about my understanding of this subject.

She wants to lie. I can see it in her eyes.

“Yes,” she finally confesses. “I’ve slept with him. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No, Tatum. It is the opposite of what I want to hear.”

“So?”

“So what?”

She fumes. Her eyes narrow and her cheeks redden. It’s so fucking hot it’s amazing that I manage to refrain from bending her over the counter and fucking her right here and now to prove my point about who she belongs to.

Reaching down, I adjust my hardening dick.

“Who is she, Kingston?”

“Aubrey Kendrick,” I explain, holding her eyes so she can see the truth in them. “She’s…a mercenary.”

Tatum rears back in surprise.

“A mercenary?”

“Yes. We met at an event a few years ago. She’s a useful contact to have. Knows a lot of people.”