The Man I Thought I Loved (Two-Faced #2) - E. L. Todd Page 0,44

store, gym, dentist, everything.

To make sure this moment never happened.

Now, I couldn’t stop staring…because he was wearing a wedding ring.

“That motherfucker.” Denise grabbed her drink. “I’m gonna throw this shit in his face.”

“Whoa, hold on.” I grabbed her wrist and brought her back. “You aren’t doing anything.”

The commotion brought the attention of everyone else at the table—including Dax.

Charlie looked over his shoulder, spotted Evan, and turned back to me. “Shit.”

God, this was a nightmare.

“He’s coming this way,” Kat said. “Quick, kiss a hot guy or something.”

“What?” I asked incredulously.

“He’s already married?” Charlie asked. He shook his head, clenched his jaw, and made a fist on the table. “Fucking piece of shit.”

“Best revenge is to show him how much better off you are than he is,” Kat said. “Jackass is married, so you need to make out with someone or something. Use Nathan.”

Nathan immediately looked uncomfortable.

“Okay, let’s just chill out…” I wasn’t going to make out with anyone.

“Then find a hot guy,” Denise said. “You can walk up to any guy you want, and he won’t mind.”

“Dude, he’s coming, and he’s totally going to see you,” Kat said. “Use Charlie.”

Charlie didn’t grimace because he was too pissed off. “How about I just punch him in the face instead?”

I covered my face with my hands. “Everyone, calm the fuck down. I don’t need to make out with anyone.” I dropped my hands and saw him come closer with his crew, smiling and having a good time like I was the last thing on his mind…and he hadn’t thought of me once since I left. He would definitely see me, and I didn’t know what to do. It seemed cowardly to pretend not to see him, but I didn’t know what kind of reaction to give? Should I smile like I was totally fine? Should I glare at him because he was a piece of shit? I didn’t know. We were together for years, so he would read my reactions well, see the pain in my eyes…and would know I was still a wreck while he’d clearly moved on.

Dax moved around Charlie and came toward me, looking right into my face for the first time since he’d come over here. His movements were slow and he didn’t rush, but the intention in his gaze told me exactly what he was going to do.

Everyone stilled and watched us.

I was frozen to the spot, my heart pounding so damn hard.

He moved into me effortlessly, one hand sliding into my hair with a sexy tug, his other arm curving around my waist and pulling me hard against his chest. His lips dropped onto mine with a gentle landing, our mouths coming together like two pieces of a puzzle.

I forgot about Evan.

I forgot what I was doing.

One of my arms circled his neck, while the other rested on his arm, my fingers digging into his bicep through his sleeve. My mouth parted automatically to let him have me, to let that exquisite kiss light my entire body on fire and make my writhe.

It was such a good kiss, just like it used to be, with all the passion and desire that used to make my toes curl.

His fingers moved deeper into my hair, and the kiss became more intense, his lips taking charge of my mouth, sucking my bottom lip before giving me a flawlessly executed swipe of his tongue.

I brought him closer and let our mouths move together perfectly, the loud music suddenly quiet, the conversations nonexistent. It was just the two of us, a man and a woman caught in the deepest embrace.

I forgot my ex-husband entirely.

His arms hugged me hard, one hand moving to my ass like old times. If this was all show, he deserved an Academy Award. But I knew it was real, that he wanted to kiss me, wanted any excuse to have me.

And I wanted him to take as much as he wanted.

Once his lips were on mine, there was no reservation. It felt right, like this was the man who should have been my husband, not the jackass who had already moved on to wife number two. The kiss had gone on long enough, but we didn’t pull away. It continued like no one was there at all…except us.

Dax didn’t say a word to anyone there. He ended the kiss and took me by the hand, guiding me out of the bar. He led the way, his height and size parting a path through the crowd so we could