My Bossy CEO Husband

“I’m beat.

So you better treat me right.

”

“Got it,” Rosalynn affirmed, nodding seriously.

Brian was taken aback.

He had expected her usual teasing.

“Why the sudden change in attitude?” he wondered.

“Because I appreciate all your efforts,” Rosalynn said brightly.

Brian wasn’t used to this.

“Sweetheart, did I mess up? Just tell me, and I’ll make it right!” he pleaded.

Rosalynn burst into laughter.

“ihat’s up, honey? Not used to me being nice?” she teased.

Brian held her closer.

“It’s in my nature.

You always keep me on my toes, worried about losing you.

”

Rosalynn felt a rush of happiness, her smile widening.

Then, she grew serious.

“Honey, there’s something you need to know.

I went to the gallery today.

Turns out, it’s owned by Aldrich and Selina…”

Rosalynn spilled the beans to Brian, laying out the whole deal.

Finally, she wrapped it up with, “Jenifer reminded me to give you a heads up about Aldrich.

She thinks he’s using the artsy stuff to wash dirty money.

”

Hearing this, Brian became very serious.

He’d been side-eyeing Aldrich for a while now, gathering up proof.

But Aldrich was slick.

Brian hadn’t uncovered anything solid.

Brian was pissed.

He never figured his cousin, who had grown up beside him, was scheming behind his back.

Maybe that was the game when you were born into riches.

Rich folks, Brian thought, care more about their cash flow than their kin.

Brian wasn’t cutthroat enough, nor sharp-eyed.

Or maybe he still had faith in folks and didn’t want to think the worst about his own blood.

“Got it.

I’ll watch my back.

”