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at least come up… to here,” she whispered, her tongue on my jaw.
    Exhaling slowly, I groaned as her fingers worked at the button on my jeans.
    “Do you want me to apologize?” s he clarified, her long fingers dipping into my boxers.
    “Why does it feel like you’ve spent our whole marriage apologizing?” I demanded. “We have a budget. I stay within the budget. You don’t . You won’t change. Stop fucking apologizing and just do what we agreed!”
    Her mouth was already wrapped around my dick.
    I jerked, tightening my grip on her blonde hair and throwing my head back.
    Fuck, she knew what she was doing.
    She could have bought the whole goddamn Prada spring collection and I wouldn’t have given a shit at that moment.
    I tensed, thrusting into her mouth. She moaned as I pulled out suddenly, turned her around, and shoved her against the wall.
    “ Hard , Keaton,” she begged.
    I gathered her tight little skirt in my hand, tearing it from her hips. Fuck if she didn’t arch her back, shoving her bare ass against my raging erection.
    “Are you going to listen?” I demanded. “Stop. Spending. All. Of our. Money ,” I demanded, driving into her with each word. “I won an Oscar, not the fucking lottery.”
    “That Oscar is your ticket to fame,” she managed sharply, and I yanked another handful of her curls. “ You should fuck me with it. ”
    I stilled, raising my eyes. “Fuck you with what?”
    “Your Oscar,” she cried, nodding toward the fireplace mantle.
    I reached around to shove my fingers between her thighs. “You want me to fuck you with that statue.”
    “ Yes ,” she mewled, bucking against my skilled fingers.
    “ Kelsey ,” I growled in her ear, my balls tightening for release. “I earned that fucking Oscar. I’ve wanted that thing for a lot longer than I’ve wanted you. The last place I’m putting it is up your pussy.”
    Before she could open her mouth to snap at me, I came, jerking against her.
    After several blissful moments, she pulled away from me, turned, and slapped me across my face.
    “What the fuck? ” I demanded, trying to adjust myself.
    “You love that fucking statue more than you love me!” she shrieked, dropping to gather her bags before stalking toward the living room.
    I zipped my pants, following after her.
    “Kelsey, come on.”
    “What? Look at me!” She threw her hands out at her sides, gesturing to her body. “I am beautiful! I can’t go anywhere without men stopping to stare at me , at Kelsey King! Me! ”
    “Kelse, you should really work on your self-esteem,” I drawled, moving to the bar along the wall.
    Her eyes narro wed, and she threw her hand in the direction of bar. “If you start drinking, I’m not going to that fucking premier. You want to talk about apologizing? I’m sick and tired of apologizing for your drunk ass, everywhere we go! You’re just like your fucking father,” she hissed.
    My hands stilled over the rocks glass.
    I regretted that I’d married her.
    At that very moment, I admitted it to myself.
    I’d loved her like I loved the red carpet; narcissistically, as though it was meant to be mine.
    A status symbol. Achievement.
    Façade .
    “You know what I love about you, Kelsey King?” I asked evenly, continuing to pour the Maker’s Mark into the glass of ice.
    “What?” she demanded, throwing her bags onto the bed.
    I turned with the glass in my hand, emptying the contents down my throat.
    She stared at me, arms crossed over her enormous chest, eyes blazing.
    “ What? ” she fired again, fuming. “What do you love about me, Keaton?”
    I raised my eyebrows nonchalantly, shrugging with a smirk.
    “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. I can’t remember why I love you, so I was hoping that you did.”
    Her jaw locked, her eyes narrowed, and I knew that she was grinding her Hollywood smile.
    “Keaton, you know what I love about you? ” she mused.
    I co ntinued my blank stare.
    “What’s that, baby?”
    She dropped her