When they arrived home, Dasha glared at Desmond. She stepped out of the limo, ignoring his hand that he offered to help her out of the vehicle.
“I hope you have a great day with whoever Éléonore is,” she hissed, deliberately bumping his side as she went on her way toward the courtyard.
Desmond caught her by the arm. She gasped when her body collided with his hard one that was as hard as a rock.
“Are you jealous, wifey?” he taunted, giving her an amused smile.
She swallowed some spit and averted her eyes, stepping back and removing her arm from his grasp. “If it’s the woman you are dating while I was absent from your life—”
“Huh! Funny you should say that. For all I know, you’ve been sleeping with—”
Her hand connected with his face. The bodyguards averted their faces, but the couple k
