Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“I don’t know that patience will win this war, but I will definitely sleep before I do anything,” she replied.
“You’d be surprised how patience can be rewarded. I should know. I wouldn’t be married to the most beautiful woman in the world without it. And her kindness. Goodnight, Your Majesty.” He nodded her way before he walked back toward the office.
Day started up the stairs, McKay’s words playing through her head.
Kash sank into the chair despite the fact that his every instinct told him to go after his wife and beg her forgiveness. He wasn’t going to do that. He didn’t need to apologize. She’d taken what he’d said in the wrong context. He would never hurt her physically.
So what exactly had he meant? Fuck. He had no bloody idea. He didn’t even recognize himself anymore.
Here he was married for less than forty-eight hours and his wife was already talking about divorce.
How had he gotten here? Not two weeks before he’d been perfectly happy. He’d been carefree. He’d had everything he could possibly want.
He’d hated his life.
The door opened and Kash forced himself to sit up straight. He wasn’t about to lose it in front of Alex McKay. He’d known the man for a few years, but only in a friendly acquaintance fashion.
This man had known more about his wife than he had.
Anger burned through him at her betrayal.
“So everything is set up,” McKay explained as he sank back into the chair. “The only people who will be in and out of the club for the next forty-eight hours will be the Dom-in-residence, myself, and your bodyguards. I’ll have Michael and Boomer on the daytime shift, and then Remy Guidry will take over the nighttime shift. I’ve left you dossiers on Wade Rycroft and Remy, so hopefully you’ll feel comfortable. While Wade serves as the caretaker for Sanctum, he’s also a former Green Beret. He’ll back up Remy at night. Then we’ll have the club open for select members the day after that. Unless your majesty would prefer to be alone, and then we’ll close Sanctum for the full two weeks.”
Kash shook his head. He would go crazy if he were stuck here with only his wife. He’d woken up the morning of his wedding certain that two weeks alone and naked with his wife was exactly what he needed. Two weeks where he didn’t have to worry about anything but pleasing his queen.
Two weeks where he would have fallen further and further under her spell.
“No, I don’t want that. Please tell Mr. Taggart that he should go on as though everything is perfectly normal. I’ll be crawling the walls in a few days.” Or he would be signing divorce papers.
It was the rational thing to do. He could spend a few days pouring over constitutional law and laying out the best plan to remove his inconvenient wife so he could get back to his real life. He’d fulfilled his obligations by marrying her in the first place. There was likely nothing that said he couldn’t divorce her.
Why did the thought of divorcing Dayita make him almost as angry as what she’d done to him?
“Kash, do you want me to bring in someone for you to talk to? You’ve had a rough couple of weeks. Lots of pressure on you.”
He’d found out his mother was dying, been forced to marry, fallen in love, been betrayed.
Was he in love with her? Was that why he was so angry? Had any other woman caused him problems, he would have gently ended the relationship. He would have moved on and not thought about her twice. He had the feeling Day would haunt him for the rest of his life.
“We have a man named Kai Ferguson who works in the building next door. You’ve met him before.”
Kash frowned. “Yes, I’ve met him. I’m not going to sit in some room and discuss my feelings with his man bun. If he wishes to speak with me and have me take him seriously, he can get a haircut.”
McKay groaned. “You’re as bad as Ian.”
He certainly was not, but he also wasn’t going to get caught in some ridiculous discussion of what should be private feelings. All feelings should private. All of them.
Smile and wave and never let them see you’re anything but happy, son. You cannot allow the press or any of your people to see you as anything less than a king. Kings do not have feelings. Kings have responsibilities, and we do them without complaint. I know your brother acts the fool much of the time, but he’s not going to be the king. He can be the clown.
He’d been twelve and Shray almost fifteen. Kash had hidden in his father’s study because he wanted, just once, to know what these weekly meetings between his father and brother were like. He was never invited. It was not information for the spare. In the early days, his mother would distract him by playing games with him or suggesting they watch a movie. At the time, it had felt like precious moments he got with his mother. It was only later that he understood she was trying to spare his feelings.