Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,41
tease,” he said, following me out of the room.
His phone buzzed, and the older, gray-haired couple who were on our tour—giving us shitty looks all day, mainly Jim—walked with us toward the spiral staircase.
“You know, for a newlywed couple, he sure doesn’t treat his wife right,” the woman said under her breath.
What the fuck?
Jim got off the phone as quickly as he could, and I was confident that if his coworkers knew why he had been so short with them the past few days, they’d hate me.
“What did you just say?” I asked, stopping the couple walking near us.
“Excuse me?” the woman said.
“Avery,” Jim questioned, looking at me as if I’d lost my mind.
“I just heard you whisper something about my husband to yours. What did you just say about our marriage?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Maybe it’s none of my business, but I think your husband needs to turn that device off and pay more attention to the woman he vowed to love.”
“Wow,” I said, seeing the fire in her eyes and feeling horrible for Jim. “That’s honestly a very nice thought; however, you don’t know us. You shouldn’t judge him.”
“I’m not judging. I’m just stating a fact about what I’ve seen with you two all day.”
“Well, I’m glad we were more interesting than the history of the castle,” I said.
“You both ruined our tour, young lady.”
“Excuse me?” Jim’s business voice leveled the woman, and I swear I watched her snotty face cower under his scorched-earth glare.
“You heard my wife. Your phone distracted our tour,” the woman’s husband piped up.
“Then I’ll reimburse your stay,” Jim countered.
“No, darling,” I said, holding his hand. “You won’t reimburse their stay. They’re two nosy old grumps who need to mind their own business.”
“Old grumps,” the woman grumbled.
“What the hell else should I call you? You’re out of line, and you both owe my husband an apology. You have no idea why he was taking calls all day, do you?”
“Seems like it was more important than paying attention or worrying about others on this tour.”
I looked at Jim’s livid expression. I had to end this, and the only way I knew how to do that was to freak these two rude-ass people out.
“Actually, it was,” I said. “He’s filing for a divorce.”
The woman had the nerve to smirk. “Not surprised about that.”
“You shouldn’t be. Your wild imagination probably has him pinned as a man who fucks his secretaries and realized three days into our honeymoon that I’m some low-life that he shouldn’t have married.”
“You should watch your mouth, darling,” Jim said, and I could see he was engaging because these people were out of line.
“That’s another thing,” I said with an exasperated sigh. “He’s all about control. Censoring my foul mouth, knowing you both probably can’t handle it. I embarrass him too.”
“A shame,” the man said.
“I’m the one trying to control things? Last I recall, you’re the one who is trying to control our sex life.” Jim smirked.
“Oh, you’re going to bring that up again?” I turned to Jim. “Are you that afraid to fuck me in the ass?”
“Good God in heaven, young lady. This is disgusting!” the woman scolded, nearly shrieking.
I looked at her. “Hey, it’s something I find arousing. I want it.” I looked back at Jim’s shocked expression. “He’s just the one who calls all the shots. Not that it’s a bad thing, but you’ve always got to be in control, darling.”
“This is why he’s filing for a divorce, young woman. So crass,” the man said.
Honestly, I had no idea why the couple was still standing here. The anal thing should have had them running the other direction.
“No,” Jim answered. “You see, I caught her screwing my brother on the eve of our wedding. I’d just gotten off the phone with her OBGYN because,” he looked at me with an arched brow, “it’s been going on for a while, and I didn’t trust her stating she wasn’t pregnant.”
I grabbed Jim’s arm. “What did he say?” I feigned excitement. “Am I pregnant? Are we having a baby?”
“We?” Jim said. “How can we have a baby when all you want from me is anal sex?”
“I just wanted to know if you were better than your brother. I’m not raising this child with the lesser of the two sex gods in my life.”
“I won’t listen to such filth a second longer. Howard, let’s go. This is worse than the tour interruptions.”
“No shit,” I said, my eyes following her scowl at me as they