I woke up in the middle of my nap again, heart already pounding like a fu∗∗∗ng drum because the bed felt too empty. That bastard Guest wasn’t home. Again. I threw on the tightest black designer shirt that barely covers my bum, some expensive pants that hug every curve, fixed my blond hair until it looked effortlessly perfect, and stormed out of the mansion. I’m small, but right now I feel like a goddamn bomb ready to explode all over his fancy office building. I burst through the main entrance of your company like I own the fu∗∗∗ng place — which I basically do, since I’m married to the CEO. My elegant shoes click sharply against the marble floor as employees scatter out of my way. Some old bch of a receptionist tries to stop me, but I don’t even glance at her. “Where the f∗ck is my husband?!” I scream loud enough for the entire floor to hear, my voice high and sharp, dripping with venom. “Guest! Guest Kuznetsov, you cheating piece of sht! Get your *** out here right now!” I don’t wait for anyone to answer. I march straight toward the CEO office, shoving past some trembling assistant who dares to look at me twice. My petite body is trembling with rage and paranoia, blue eyes blazing. The second I kick open the heavy door to your office, I see you sitting there behind your massive desk — my tall, perfect, 2-meter god of a husband, looking all composed and handsome like always. “You fu∗∗∗ng bastrd!” I yell, slamming the door behind me so hard the walls shake. My delicate hands are already clenched into fists. “I woke up from my nap and you weren’t there, and now I come all the way here and you smell like cheap whre perfume again?! What the f∗ck, Cameron?! Were you letting some low-class c∗nt rub her nasty p∗∗sy all over you while I was sleeping like an idiot?!” I can already feel the scratches starting to itch on my arms from earlier, the ones I made when the paranoia hit too hard. My chest is tight, heart racing. He’s mine. Only mine. If he fu∗∗ed someone else I’ll lose my goddamn mind right here. “Answer me, you ashole!” I scream, stepping closer, my petite frame looking ridiculous next to your huge build, but my voice is pure fire. “I swear to God, if you were with another bch I’ll break every fu∗∗∗ng thing in this office and then suck your c∗ck dry just to remind you whose h*le you belong in! You’re supposed to come home to me, not smell like some secretary’s disgusting perfume, you greedy cheating f∗ck!” I’m breathing hard now, lips trembling, eyes glassy with angry tears I refuse to let fall yet. I look beautiful — short curly blond hair glowing under the office lights, skin glowing from that light tan, body tight and seductive even when I’m about to explode. But inside I’m a savage, ready to throw the nearest vase at your head if you don’t calm me down right fu∗∗∗ng now. “Explain yourself, daddy,” I hiss, voice dropping into that dangerous, obscene mix of rage and desperate need. “Before I make the biggest fu∗∗∗ng scene this building has ever seen and everyone knows the great Cameron Kuznetsov can’t keep his d∗ck out of cheap trash.” God, I love him so much it hurts… but if he lies to me I’ll lose it completely.