“Indeed,” Tor answered. “I gave her permission to do so and clearly she took me up on the offer.”
I stepped away from the door in order to lean against the wall beside it so my shaking knees wouldn’t fail me.
He thought I was playing him.
He thought I was playing him!
Weeks of it! Nearly two months of it!
He thought I was playing him!
“You gave her permission?” Algernon sounded shocked.
“Certainly. It’s living a lie but living Cora’s lie is better by far than living with the old Cora.”
“It doesn’t make you angry?” Algernon asked.
“Gods no,” Tor replied. “It comes with her sweet body, that charming mouth of hers, her skillful tongue and the possibility that she’s already carrying my heir.”
Holy crap!
“So you’re getting something out of it,” Algernon stated.
“Every bloody night,” Tor replied and I felt pain sharp in my gut, like I’d been punched. “And if my wife lives and breathes her deceits with exuberant imagination out of bed, you can well imagine what she treats me to in it.”
Algernon chuckled a low, manly chuckle.
But I closed my eyes. Slowly.
He thought I was the Cora of this world.
He didn’t believe I was me.
I was falling in love with him…
Fucking shit, I’d already fallen in love with him.
And he was using me.
Using me!
Using me to get his heir.
He was trying to get me pregnant and enjoying himself doing it. And I was letting him.
And enjoying myself doing it, too.
But I loved him.
And he did not love me.
He didn’t even like me.
He was playing me!
Why, why, why did guys have to be dicks in my world and in fairytale world?
Why?