My Husband's Intimate Game Rules - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Mason Reynolds finally snapped, jabbing a finger in my direction as he roared, "Get out of my sight—and stay out!"
I'll admit the obvious: I'm nothing special to look at—average height, average face. Meanwhile, he's six feet of Ivy League charm with a jawline that could cut glass.
But when he was chasing after me, none of that mattered. He swore up and down he'd love and protect me forever—or may lightning strike him dead.
Tears burned my eyes as I spun on my heel and slammed the door behind me.
Enough was enough. I couldn't take his cruelty, his humiliation. I needed out—now. So I dialed my ride-or-die, Tiffany Grant.
By the time I finished spilling every ugly detail, Tiffany was on her feet, cursing like a sailor.
She didn't just think Lily Harrison was some innocent student—oh no. That girl was Mason's mistress, plain and simple. And divorcing him? Too easy. He needed to hurt.
"How?" I demanded.
Tiffany's laugh was pure mischief. "Didn't you say they were into that body wash game?"
The next evening, I walked in after work. Mason barely glanced my way.
Lily was still there, perched on the couch like she owned it, kneading Mason's thigh like a cat marking territory.
"Professor's wife!" She sprang up, flashing a saccharine smile. "I'll just stay one more night, then head back to campus tomorrow."
The act was pathetic—all wide-eyed innocence, begging for my blessing.
I played along, sweet as poison. "Oh, Lily, don't rush off! I overreacted yesterday. Didn't you two want to try that body wash game? Look—I even bought you a better one."
I pulled out the bottle—now loaded with a special "upgrade." Lily's eyes lit up like I'd handed her diamonds. "Professor's wife... you're too kind!"
Mason practically tripped over himself to inspect it. The second he realized what it was, his grin turned wolfish.
He yanked me into a suffocating hug. "Baby, I knew you'd come around! Just a little lovers' spat, right? You're the best!"
I forced a smile, oozing fake generosity. "You two have fun. I'm exhausted—spent last night at an internet café. Just gonna crash."
Bag in hand, I bolted for the bedroom. Mason half-heartedly called after me before giving up. I didn't wait—just shut the door and pressed my ear to it.
That "body wash"? Industrial-strength super glue. If they loved playing games, I'd give them one they'd never unstick from.
Minutes later, Lily's giggles turned to shrieks.
Then—Mason's voice, raw panic: "What the hell?! We're—we're fused together!"
Smirking, I hit record on my phone and held it closer.
Payback's a bitch, sweetheart.
I'll admit the obvious: I'm nothing special to look at—average height, average face. Meanwhile, he's six feet of Ivy League charm with a jawline that could cut glass.
But when he was chasing after me, none of that mattered. He swore up and down he'd love and protect me forever—or may lightning strike him dead.
Tears burned my eyes as I spun on my heel and slammed the door behind me.
Enough was enough. I couldn't take his cruelty, his humiliation. I needed out—now. So I dialed my ride-or-die, Tiffany Grant.
By the time I finished spilling every ugly detail, Tiffany was on her feet, cursing like a sailor.
She didn't just think Lily Harrison was some innocent student—oh no. That girl was Mason's mistress, plain and simple. And divorcing him? Too easy. He needed to hurt.
"How?" I demanded.
Tiffany's laugh was pure mischief. "Didn't you say they were into that body wash game?"
The next evening, I walked in after work. Mason barely glanced my way.
Lily was still there, perched on the couch like she owned it, kneading Mason's thigh like a cat marking territory.
"Professor's wife!" She sprang up, flashing a saccharine smile. "I'll just stay one more night, then head back to campus tomorrow."
The act was pathetic—all wide-eyed innocence, begging for my blessing.
I played along, sweet as poison. "Oh, Lily, don't rush off! I overreacted yesterday. Didn't you two want to try that body wash game? Look—I even bought you a better one."
I pulled out the bottle—now loaded with a special "upgrade." Lily's eyes lit up like I'd handed her diamonds. "Professor's wife... you're too kind!"
Mason practically tripped over himself to inspect it. The second he realized what it was, his grin turned wolfish.
He yanked me into a suffocating hug. "Baby, I knew you'd come around! Just a little lovers' spat, right? You're the best!"
I forced a smile, oozing fake generosity. "You two have fun. I'm exhausted—spent last night at an internet café. Just gonna crash."
Bag in hand, I bolted for the bedroom. Mason half-heartedly called after me before giving up. I didn't wait—just shut the door and pressed my ear to it.
That "body wash"? Industrial-strength super glue. If they loved playing games, I'd give them one they'd never unstick from.
Minutes later, Lily's giggles turned to shrieks.
Then—Mason's voice, raw panic: "What the hell?! We're—we're fused together!"
Smirking, I hit record on my phone and held it closer.
Payback's a bitch, sweetheart.
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