Wife by Wednesday by Catherine Bybee, Crystal Posey Read Free Book Online

not suggesting you buy a yacht, just don’t shop at the big box stores.” He pictured the media catching her in WalMart and cringed.
    “You realize how snobby that sounds, right?’
    “I don’t care. My girlfriends shopped at designer stores, my wife won’t be taking dresses off the sale rack.” Blake noticed her jaw tighten and prepared himself for an argument.
    “Is there something wrong with how I dress?”
    Oh, boy… he was walking in a minefield without a lead jacket. “I didn’t say that.”
    “Oh, yes you did.”
    He stopped eating. “You know I’m right about this.”
    Her lips twitched but she didn’t deny him. “Fine.”
    “Good.” I won . Lord, when was the last time he’d argued with a woman about not wanting to spend his money? He found a smile on his lips.
    “What’s so funny?”
    Her eyes were sparkling with unreleased fury. They were drop-dead gorgeous.
    “I think we just had our first marital spat.”
    Her shoulders slumped and folded in with laughter. “I guess we did.”
    “And I won,” he pointed out.
    Samantha fixed him with a heated stare. “Don’t expect that to continue.”
    No, he mused. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d win every time. However, winning the first placed a certain amount of whip cream on top of his marital pie.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Twenty-six hours after they said I do , the media found Samantha and Blake as they disembarked from Blake’s jet. Thank God she had the foresight to bring large framed sunglasses to hide the stress in her eyes. The media hadn’t changed since her father’s arrest. They blocked their way, snapped pictures, and asked questions.
    Blake kept a possessive arm around her waist as he ushered her from the airport. With any luck, someone in Hollywood would fall off the wagon and remove the spotlight by the end of the weekend; otherwise, she’d be dealing with the paparazzi alone. Blake called out little things as they passed, words like, the love of my life and she knocked my socks off . He sounded so sincere. If she wasn’t in on his ploy, even she would have believed him. At one point, Blake dipped his lips to her ear and whispered, “It will be worse in Europe so take hold of your inner snob and smile.”
    She laughed and leaned against him to make her way around a car door. The photo snapped at that moment made it on all major television channels and three tabloids magazines.
    Blake’s friend Carter turned out to be a surprise. His blond hair and surfer good looks were opposite of her husband. He was smart, pragmatic, and had a killer sense of humor. He’d given Sam his cell phone number and encouraged her to use it if she needed anything while Blake was out of town.
    As mapped out, Blake gave Samantha access to his home that sat above Malibu with beautiful ocean views. The estate was huge. Ten thousand square feet on ten acres. His staff included a cook, a maid, and a crew to care for the grounds. Neil, Blake’s driver, watched over the staff and lived in a guest cottage. The size of the man would intimidate a football team. Blake made it clear that he doubled as a bodyguard.
    Once Samantha found herself back in her rented townhome, and she’d wished her husband a safe flight, she fell into thought. Blake’s assessment and execution of taking a wife had been an extremely smart move. Even a strong woman like herself turned her head at the wealth of her husband. She twisted the ring on her finger and admired it. “I don’t even want to know what you cost,” she murmured to her hand. She’d have to return it in fifty-four weeks, but she’d enjoy it until then.
    The door to her townhome slammed after she heard Eliza yell, “No comment.”
    “Holy shit, how long are we going to have to put up with that?” More friend than employee, Eliza swung her purse off her arm and tossed it on the coffee table.
    “They’ll go away in a day or two.”
    “You sound so sure.”
    “Been there, done that. Our divorce