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turned away, hoping he hadn’t caught any changes in her body language that might have revealed how those memories affected her.
“I don’t feel exhausted today.” His eyes watched her. “But we’ll test your theory.”
Sasha cringed, not sure what to say so she turned to look out the window. She didn’t really see anything but it was better than looking at him.
“But I also want answers.”
She spun around, her eyes staring at him warily. “What answers?” she asked.
He walked into her closet and pulled out the drawer, bringing it back. He turned the drawer upside down, dumping all of the presents onto the bed. “Explain.”
Sasha stared at the dozens of hated presents. She wished now that she’d just sold them or burned them, thrown them out with the trash. That’s how valuable they were to her. “What’s there to explain?” she asked defiantly.
His hands were fisted on his hips as he glared down at his defiant wife. He noticed the change in her posture immediately and was confounded. How could mere gifts of jewelry increase her ire so dramatically? “Some of these gifts weren’t even opened, Sasha.”
She looked up at him, her heart breaking all over again as she remembered seeing the same trinkets on the arms of his mistresses. “Why would you be upset about these unopened gifts, Damon?” She was on firmer ground now. And the sight of all of those gifts actually strengthened her, gave her the small bit of courage she needed to confront him about his numerous betrayals.
“They are gifts I gave to you.”
She didn’t laugh even though a bubble of hysteria surged up inside of her. “Really? Or are they gifts that your assistant purchased in your name and sent to me?” she challenged.
His lips compressed because she had him there. “Is there a difference? I still paid for them.”
Sasha’s heart clenched because he didn’t understand the difference. She walked over to the pile of prettily wrapped boxes, knowing that all of them were pieces of extremely expensive jewelry. “This one was this year’s birthday present so it is relatively recent,” she said, lifting one of the boxes and twirling it slightly in her hand. “What was it?”
Damon’s hands rested on his hips. “It is jewelry, Sasha. Something that I would think all women want.”
Her lips curled in disgust at his response. “Yes, I’m sure you’ve made that assumption several times over the years. Regardless of all the arrogant issues your comment reveals, saying that whatever is in this box is jewelry is too easy. A present should be thoughtful, considerate of the receiver’s likes and dislikes. What kind of jewelry did you think I’d like, Damon? Was it a ring? A bracelet? Or maybe it was a necklace?” He started to answer but she held up her hand. “No, obviously, the box contains a bracelet, but what kind of bracelet? What types of stones?”
Damon glared at her, not sure what her game was. Unfortunately, the truth was, he had no idea. His executive assistant purchased all of the gifts for both Sasha and his mistresses. He just told her to send something for a specific occasion and she arranged it. “Diamonds,” he said, assuming that was a good enough guess. All women liked diamonds and, since the box was unopened, Sasha had no idea what was inside either.
Sasha’s eyebrows went up, mimicking his earlier expression. “Are you sure?”
He had no clue. “Yes,” he said with absolute authority, going with the law of probabilities.
She tossed the box to the side. “Wrong. They are emeralds. Green to match Georgina Lafayette’s green eyes.” She picked up another one, grabbing it at random from the pile on the bed. “How about this one? Again, most likely a bracelet. What type of stone?”
Damon had no idea how she knew that the other box contained emeralds, nor did he know how she’d discovered
“I don’t feel exhausted today.” His eyes watched her. “But we’ll test your theory.”
Sasha cringed, not sure what to say so she turned to look out the window. She didn’t really see anything but it was better than looking at him.
“But I also want answers.”
She spun around, her eyes staring at him warily. “What answers?” she asked.
He walked into her closet and pulled out the drawer, bringing it back. He turned the drawer upside down, dumping all of the presents onto the bed. “Explain.”
Sasha stared at the dozens of hated presents. She wished now that she’d just sold them or burned them, thrown them out with the trash. That’s how valuable they were to her. “What’s there to explain?” she asked defiantly.
His hands were fisted on his hips as he glared down at his defiant wife. He noticed the change in her posture immediately and was confounded. How could mere gifts of jewelry increase her ire so dramatically? “Some of these gifts weren’t even opened, Sasha.”
She looked up at him, her heart breaking all over again as she remembered seeing the same trinkets on the arms of his mistresses. “Why would you be upset about these unopened gifts, Damon?” She was on firmer ground now. And the sight of all of those gifts actually strengthened her, gave her the small bit of courage she needed to confront him about his numerous betrayals.
“They are gifts I gave to you.”
She didn’t laugh even though a bubble of hysteria surged up inside of her. “Really? Or are they gifts that your assistant purchased in your name and sent to me?” she challenged.
His lips compressed because she had him there. “Is there a difference? I still paid for them.”
Sasha’s heart clenched because he didn’t understand the difference. She walked over to the pile of prettily wrapped boxes, knowing that all of them were pieces of extremely expensive jewelry. “This one was this year’s birthday present so it is relatively recent,” she said, lifting one of the boxes and twirling it slightly in her hand. “What was it?”
Damon’s hands rested on his hips. “It is jewelry, Sasha. Something that I would think all women want.”
Her lips curled in disgust at his response. “Yes, I’m sure you’ve made that assumption several times over the years. Regardless of all the arrogant issues your comment reveals, saying that whatever is in this box is jewelry is too easy. A present should be thoughtful, considerate of the receiver’s likes and dislikes. What kind of jewelry did you think I’d like, Damon? Was it a ring? A bracelet? Or maybe it was a necklace?” He started to answer but she held up her hand. “No, obviously, the box contains a bracelet, but what kind of bracelet? What types of stones?”
Damon glared at her, not sure what her game was. Unfortunately, the truth was, he had no idea. His executive assistant purchased all of the gifts for both Sasha and his mistresses. He just told her to send something for a specific occasion and she arranged it. “Diamonds,” he said, assuming that was a good enough guess. All women liked diamonds and, since the box was unopened, Sasha had no idea what was inside either.
Sasha’s eyebrows went up, mimicking his earlier expression. “Are you sure?”
He had no clue. “Yes,” he said with absolute authority, going with the law of probabilities.
She tossed the box to the side. “Wrong. They are emeralds. Green to match Georgina Lafayette’s green eyes.” She picked up another one, grabbing it at random from the pile on the bed. “How about this one? Again, most likely a bracelet. What type of stone?”
Damon had no idea how she knew that the other box contained emeralds, nor did he know how she’d discovered
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