"This is women's washroom, you're not allowed in here Mr Grey." I voiced out my eyes on those dark ones staring right back at me.
"It's Pookie." He corrected.
"P... Pookie."
"Why can't I be where my wife is?" His tone darkened. "It's irritating seeing you with another man."
He took a slow step forward, his scentfilling my nostrils, intoxicating me in wags I never thought they could.
"Look at you," he murmured, eyes running down my dress. "All dolled up for another man… letting him call you his, right in front of me."
My breath hitched.
"You broke our rules over and over again." He muttered gently.
I know we had agreed keeping my distance from other men, but he was guilty of the same thing. You can know there's a dust in someone's eyes unless yours have been cleaned.
Besides, our marriage is hidden for now. Acting indifferent around Fred would draw suspicions.
"You brought a date for dinner and let her hold your hands while you fed her and got fed too." I said.
