My Husband's Intimate Game Rules - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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One mistress in the house was already a nightmare—now there were two.
I was losing my damn mind.
After straightening up the bedroom, I fired off a text to Tiffany: Mason's crossed the line. Now he's moving Mistress No. 2 in overnight. I'm about to lose it!
My fingers dug into the screen so hard I nearly shattered it.
A few minutes later, Tiffany replied: Diana, just hang tight. I'll help you deal with him in a few days!
Fine, I typed back, but only three more days. That's it.
Three days, she promised. Then we end this for good.
"Diana! Diana! Get down here and greet our guest!"
Mason's voice boomed from downstairs, sharp with irritation.
I shoved my phone into my pocket and rushed down, bracing myself.
I hadn't expected Mistress No. 2 to arrive this fast. When I reached the living room, Mason and Lily were standing by the door, laughing and embracing a bombshell of a woman.
Through the glass, I couldn't see her face—but her silhouette alone was enough to make anyone stare. All curves, confidence, and trouble.
Lily made the introductions, and within seconds, Mason and his new fling were practically glued together—shaking hands, hugging, clinging like they'd known each other for years.
"Sweetheart, this is your home now. Come inside," Mason cooed, taking her hand and leading her in.
That's when I saw her face.
And my blood turned to ice.
I knew her.
Intimately.
She was my coworker. My best friend. The same woman I'd just texted for help—Tiffany Grant.
Minutes ago, she'd promised to take Mason down in three days.
Now? She was here.
Smiling.
Moving in.
My entire body locked up.
Tiffany hadn't spotted me yet. She was too busy admiring the house, clapping her hands like a kid in a candy store. "Mason, this place is gorgeous! So it's really mine now?"
"Absolutely," he purred. "I've already set up your room upstairs."
Then he gestured at me. "Oh, and this is Diana Collins—my legal wife. Though these days, she's more like… hired help."
Lily smirked. "More like a servant."
"A servant?"
Tiffany finally turned—and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Oh my God! Diana?! This is your house?!"
Dead silence.
"Sweetheart, you two know each other?" Mason asked, eyebrows raised.
Tiffany flashed a sickly-sweet smile. "We work together, of course we know each other. Diana, I had no idea you lived here! What a crazy coincidence!" She stepped toward me, hand outstretched. "Guess we're family now. Let's play nice, okay?"
I smacked her hand away—then cracked my palm across her face. Before she could even gasp, I lunged, fingers locking around her throat as I shook her like a ragdoll.
"Tiffany… Grant… I'll… kill… you…"
I was losing my damn mind.
After straightening up the bedroom, I fired off a text to Tiffany: Mason's crossed the line. Now he's moving Mistress No. 2 in overnight. I'm about to lose it!
My fingers dug into the screen so hard I nearly shattered it.
A few minutes later, Tiffany replied: Diana, just hang tight. I'll help you deal with him in a few days!
Fine, I typed back, but only three more days. That's it.
Three days, she promised. Then we end this for good.
"Diana! Diana! Get down here and greet our guest!"
Mason's voice boomed from downstairs, sharp with irritation.
I shoved my phone into my pocket and rushed down, bracing myself.
I hadn't expected Mistress No. 2 to arrive this fast. When I reached the living room, Mason and Lily were standing by the door, laughing and embracing a bombshell of a woman.
Through the glass, I couldn't see her face—but her silhouette alone was enough to make anyone stare. All curves, confidence, and trouble.
Lily made the introductions, and within seconds, Mason and his new fling were practically glued together—shaking hands, hugging, clinging like they'd known each other for years.
"Sweetheart, this is your home now. Come inside," Mason cooed, taking her hand and leading her in.
That's when I saw her face.
And my blood turned to ice.
I knew her.
Intimately.
She was my coworker. My best friend. The same woman I'd just texted for help—Tiffany Grant.
Minutes ago, she'd promised to take Mason down in three days.
Now? She was here.
Smiling.
Moving in.
My entire body locked up.
Tiffany hadn't spotted me yet. She was too busy admiring the house, clapping her hands like a kid in a candy store. "Mason, this place is gorgeous! So it's really mine now?"
"Absolutely," he purred. "I've already set up your room upstairs."
Then he gestured at me. "Oh, and this is Diana Collins—my legal wife. Though these days, she's more like… hired help."
Lily smirked. "More like a servant."
"A servant?"
Tiffany finally turned—and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Oh my God! Diana?! This is your house?!"
Dead silence.
"Sweetheart, you two know each other?" Mason asked, eyebrows raised.
Tiffany flashed a sickly-sweet smile. "We work together, of course we know each other. Diana, I had no idea you lived here! What a crazy coincidence!" She stepped toward me, hand outstretched. "Guess we're family now. Let's play nice, okay?"
I smacked her hand away—then cracked my palm across her face. Before she could even gasp, I lunged, fingers locking around her throat as I shook her like a ragdoll.
"Tiffany… Grant… I'll… kill… you…"
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