Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Carolyn Rosewood Read Free Book Online Page A

that.”
    “Abigail, I assure you my intentions are strictly as an owner. It’s unusual for our guests to leave after one day, and I simply want to know what happened to make you feel that way.”
    And if it didn’t have something to do with Zach, he’d eat one of these cushions.
    She finally crossed the room and lowered herself onto a cushion, legs crossed. She picked up a smaller pillow, then placed it in her lap and folded her hands on top of it. “I’m not sure where to start, Emmett.”
    “The beginning is always a good place.”
    She brushed a lock of hair from her face as the corners of her mouth turned up. “All right. The beginning. You’ve read my background. You know I’m from money, and you’ve probably already guessed I married Malcolm because it’s what my parents wanted.”
    “Did you love him?”
    She stared at a spot beyond his left shoulder. “Love. That’s an interesting word. We’re supposed to love our parents, and I guess we do, even if we fear them at the same time. We’re expected to love the person we choose to marry, but we’re not expected to fall head-over-heels crazy about the wrong kind of men, whatever that means.”
    “It’s a complicated emotion.”
    “I respected Malcolm for who and what he was. He’s the nephew of Stewart Walters, a partner in the law firm. I took back my maiden name after my divorce.”
    “Was Malcolm also in the firm?”
    “We started dating while he was earning his MBA at Mendoza in Indiana, but we knew each other as kids, of course.”
    “Indiana? But you went to school in Minnesota.”
    “It was a long-distance relationship.”
    “Didn’t you date anyone else in high school or college?”
    She looked into his eyes with a touch of regret. “The wrong kind of men.”
    “Ah, I see.” He nodded.
    “We were married as soon as he graduated. He had a guaranteed job with the firm, of course. It was a lavish fairy-tale wedding with over five hundred guests, most of whom I didn’t know. Friends and associates of our parents.”
    “Sounds like a dream come true. What happened?”
    “Turns out he was a genius with the books, at least as far as it benefitted his bank accounts in the Cayman Islands.”
    Emmett whistled softly. “He stole money from the firm where his uncle and father-in-law were partners?”
    “Oh, it gets worse. He also took off for parts unknown with one of the legal secretaries named Didi. Turns out they’d been having an affair long before he married me. Malcolm always told me sex solved all of life’s problems. It took me a while to realize he meant sex with Didi, not me.”
    “Abigail, I’m so sorry.” Guilt washed over him as he recalled reading her questionnaire and making snap judgments about her background and personality. He’d thought her just another trust fund baby slumming it in Daddy’s company. She was anything but.
    “The night I found out about Didi, he had the audacity to come back to the house and beg my forgiveness. I threw china at him, and he ended up in the ER with…lacerations. But before my father and the other partners could file charges for embezzlement and have him arrested, he signed himself out AMA—against medical advice—and left. The police went to Didi’s apartment with a search warrant, but she was already gone, too. They had the whole thing planned, Emmett.”
    “How did you get your divorce?”
    “My father called in some favors with a judge.”
    “Do you think Malcolm and Didi are in the Caymans?”
    “Probably. But even if they are, we can’t touch them there.”
    “Abigail, I don’t know what to say.” He wanted to hold her, comfort her, but the aura coming from her was stone cold. It was best to let her set the pace right now.
    “There’s nothing anyone can say. He was a lying, cheating bastard, and no one saw it. Or maybe they did and chose to ignore it. I don’t know.”
    “How long were you married?”
    “Just shy of three years.”
    “It’s not your fault,