Revealed by You(48)

I sighed. “Are you okay?”

He smiled. “I am now. Shit. Mathis will hear about this.”

“Here.” Sam placed an ice pack in my hand and smiled before heading back behind the counter.

I held it against Brett’s knuckles when his phone rang.

He huffed and cringed when he looked at the screen.

“Let me.”

Brett’s jaw tensed.

“Trust me,” I said sweetly.

“I don’t need you doing my dirty work, Evvie,” he said, his voice hard.

I rolled my eyes and snatched the phone from his hand before snuggling into his side. Pressing the talk button, I held it to my ear and waited.

“Brett, you stupid mother…”

I almost laughed at the string of very colorful profanity that left Mathis’ lips. His slight European accent became more pronounced when he was pissed. It was kind of adorable. I would never tell him that though.

“Mathis?”

His cursing stopped and he took a breath. “Why, hello, beautiful.”

I smiled. “Bad night?”

“That man of yours is going to give me an ulcer. I’m too young for this level of stress.”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

I frowned when I heard a woman’s voice come through the phone.

“Nothing, love. Go back to bed.”

Shock tore through me at the softness in his voice.

Brett noticed my reaction, his eyebrow raising.

Mathis Verlinden had a sweet side to him? He had been nice to me but that was only because he wanted something. “Mathis?”

“Yeah.”

“Who was that?” I asked, with a teasing lilt to my voice.

He cleared his throat. “My wife.”

I gasped. “Excuse me?”

Mathis huffed. “Why is everyone so damn surprised?”

“It’s you. I just saw you a couple of weeks ago. You’re married?”

Brett’s head whipped around. Clearly, he was surprised as well.

“Yeah, well it was kind of sudden but I wouldn’t change it for the fucking world. Now stop trying to change the subject,” Mathis demanded.

“I need to meet this woman,” I said, curling my feet under me.

“She would like you…wait, Evvie, put Brett on the fucking phone.”

I laughed and handed Brett the phone all the while Mathis complained in the background about women and distractions.

Brett grinned and winked at me. “So who’s the pussy now?” He laughed. “Yeah…I wasn’t expecting you to find out so soon. I don’t know…Claire…yeah…”

My stomach twisted at the mere mention of her name. Stefan knowing Claire made things a whole lot more interesting.

“I don’t care what your sister in-law wants…I…” Brett breathed a heavy sigh. “I know. Stefan demanded a million dollars.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder and held the ice against his knuckles. He punched Stefan for me. Because he called me a whore. My stomach twisted. What would have happened if I wouldn’t have been able to get Brett off of him?

I listened as Brett explained what had happened and what Stefan was after. And the pictures. The pictures that almost destroyed our relationship. I forced the images to the back of my mind, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

“We can fly out whenever is good for you, my man. Company jet?”

I looked up at Brett.

“Two weeks? We’ll be there.” Brett hung up the phone and stood up. “Mathis wants us in Vegas to help promote his club, Club Maroon, at the end of the month.”

“Us?” I asked, letting him pull me to my feet.

Brett pinched my chin and tilted my head before placing a soft kiss on my mouth and forehead. “He knows now that where I go, you go. It’s either both of us or nothing at all.” His gaze darkened. “We can join the Mile High club, lover.”

My body vibrated.

“Imagine me fucking you, 35,000 feet in the air,” he purred against the side of my neck.

“Okay,” I breathed. I couldn’t control it. The thought of him between my legs, up in the air, giving us what we both desired, sent a thrill down my spine.

I had never been to Vegas and I would get to meet the woman that captured Mathis’ heart. It was funny. I hadn’t known Mathis for long but he reminded me so much of Brett, it was unreal. I wondered if Mathis was just as possessive. I bit back a scoff. No one could be as possessive as Brett. He took that word to a whole other level and even though at first I fought it, now, I craved it. I needed the sense of being possessed by him. Without that? Without that all-consuming need? There was nothing.





FOURTEEN

The next morning, I woke, stretched and groaned. My body hurt in places I never knew existed before meeting Brett. You’d think after all of this time, I would be used to it.