SWNOVELS The Sacrifice: Chapter 35
Ilook at the clock to see I’ve got twenty minutes before I have to be upstairs in Tyson’s office. The plug bothered me at first, but I got so busy with my section that I eventually forgot about it.
Walking up to my new table, I see it’s Collin and some of his friends that we used to hang out with. “Lake.” He notices me and smiles.
My shoulders slump. I was hoping he wouldn’t see me, and I could hand this table off to someone else. But this is why Tyson makes me work here. To humiliate me. To show the world I’m his bitch. So I put a fake smile on my face. “Hey. What can I get you, guys?”
His friend Timothy looks up at me. His eyes fall to my chest, over my body, and then return to my breasts again. “Well, Little Miss Lake has grown up.”
“Right?” Collin reaches out and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. Much friendlier than when he’s shown up here before. It’s to show off to his friends, I’m sure. “I preferred the blond better, babe.”
I instantly pull away and look around to make sure no one saw. That’s all I need is for Bethany to go and tell my husband I’m cheating on him. That’s one way for her to get him on her side. Then she’ll have a plug up her ass. I ignore the comment about my hair. I don’t give a fuck what Collin prefers.
“What?” Collin laughs, noticing, and I’m pretty sure they’ve been drinking for quite some time tonight by the way his eyes are glassed over. “He won’t care, Lake.” Rolling his eyes, he sits back in his seat.
“Don’t tell us that you think Tyson married you because he actually loves you,” Timothy says, making all the guys laugh.
My chest tightens at his words. It’s the same thing my brother told me at the house of Lords. That had been our first and only public appearance as husband and wife. Other than that, I haven’t been allowed to go anywhere, so the fact that the world is now aware of my marriage to Tyson catches me off guard. I guess I hadn’t thought of that until now. “No, I—”
“He probably gave you Whitney’s ring,” a guy named Mickey adds.
I frown at his words and shake my head. “No. They were never engaged.”
Their laughter grows. Collin looks up at me. “They were, Lake.”
“No. They weren’t,” I argue. “I think I would have known if my sister was engaged.” My parents hated that she was his chosen. They would have never let it go that far. She was promised as a Lady to another Lord. But I was never told who it was. It was kept hush-hush.
He gives me a sympathetic look. “Just because they didn’t tell you, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen,” Collin says.
“Like I said.” Mickey looks at my ring. “That’s probably her ring.” His eyes rise to look over my face. “That’s probably why he had you dye your hair. To look more like her.”
I pull away, walk over to the server station, and slam down my tray. “Lake?” Beau calls out as I storm up the stairs and burst into his office, slamming the door shut so hard that it rattles the wall more than the bass that plays below us.
“You were engaged to my sister?” I shout, my heart is pounding and I’m shaking so hard. I can’t get it under control even if I wanted to.
He’s on his office phone. Without even telling them bye, he hangs up and sits back.
“Was this before or after you knocked her up?” I can’t help but ask.
TYSON
Senior year at Barrington
ME: She’s pregnant.
PRIVATE NUMBER: That’s not what we agreed on.
My teeth grind. Like I don’t fucking know that!
ME: What do I do now?
PRIVATE NUMBER: Do you have what we want?
ME: No.
PRIVATE NUMBER: Then you continue until you do.
Fuck! Another ding and I see a new message.
PRIVATE NUMBER: You may want to consider buying her a ring.
I watch my wife stand there with her hands on her hips. I don’t need to watch the rise and fall of her tits to know she’s breathing heavily. She’s pissed off at me for not telling her about my past. Too bad.
She marches her ass over to my desk and slams her hands down on it. “Answer the fucking questions, Tyson!” she shouts.
I stand from my desk and open my drawer. I pull out the next size up butt plug and go to walk around it.
“You think I’m going to let you come near me with that?” She points at it and gives a rough laugh. “Fuck that. And fuck you.” She turns and starts to run out.
But I grab her upper arm, bringing her to a stop.
“Don’t touch me!”
I wrap my hand around her throat and pin her up against the wall, pushing my body into hers. “I’m going to fuck my wife’s ass tonight.” I put an emphasis on wife, reminding her that it’s her with a ring on her finger, not her sister. Her nostrils flare in understanding. “It’s up to you if it’s enjoyable or painful.”
Baring her straight white teeth at me, she growls, “Your cock isn’t that big, Tyson. I’ll take my chances.” Then she pushes on my chest.
I step back, letting go of her and allowing her to storm out as fast as she entered.
Laughing, I sit back in my seat and put the plug back into the drawer. I like this side of my wife. She deserves to have some backbone at some point in her life. Too bad she’ll learn that those times will have consequences.
What I don’t like is that someone is talking to her about me and Whitney. I pull up the cameras inside the club and rewind them until I see her standing at the end of the bar. She walks off to a table, and my hands instantly fist. Fucking Collin. Should have known. And he’s here tonight with all of his friends from Barrington. None of them are important Lords. They wear the crest on their chest, but it won’t get them far in life. They all have jobs that make them feel powerful but fail in comparison to high-ranking Lords.
He puts his arm around her, and I stand up. I’m about to go down there and kick his ass when she pushes him away. Her eyes dart around the room, expecting me to see it. If she wouldn’t have stormed her ass up here, I might not have.
Changing the cameras to current time, I watch her stand at their table, and he grabs her hand, pulling her down onto his lap. This time, she doesn’t fight him to get up. Instead, she pushes her hair off her shoulder so she can lean in and speak into his ear over the pounding music, and I see fucking red. Blood rushes in my ears, and I fist my hands.
There are two ways I can go about this. One is bloody, the other is not. I’ve always been the kind of guy to choose violence. But that was before I had a reason not to. For the first time in my life, I’m going to choose option two. Lake won’t like it, but punishments aren’t meant to be fun.