Chapter 57
Ethan’s phone buzzed again, but instead of answering, he shoved it back into his pocket, letting it ring until it stopped.
I frowned. “Why do you keep ignoring that call?”
“It’s not your concern,” he muttered, his eyes dark.
A sinking feeling twisted in my gut.
“Was it Irene?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Has she been trying to reach you, Ethan?”
His jaw tensed. “As I said, it’s not your concern.”
That was all the confirmation I needed.
Irene had told me earlier that Ethan was busy with a meeting and couldn’t see her tonight. Had he been ignoring her all evening because he was here with me?
A sick feeling settled in my stomach.
I hadn’t even agreed to be his mistress, and yet he was already turning me into the other woman.
“You should go,” I said, crossing my arms and turning away. “You don’t want to keep your precious Irene waiting any longer. She might lose interest, and you might not get what you really want.”
He stepped closer, so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
“You think we’re so different,” he murmured, his voice low and taunting. “But in reality, we’re the same, Judy.”
I stiffened. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I marry Irene to get what I want. And you spread your legs for Gavin to get what you want.”
The blood drained from my face.
“It’s not like that,” I said, my voice shaking slightly.
“Don’t lie to me.”
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“I know exactly what you’re doing,” he growled. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me instead—and get what you really want?”
I felt his hardness press against my backside.
Disgust and rage flooded my veins.
I tore myself from his grip and spun around, my hands shaking.
“You need to get out,” I snapped, my voice thick with unshed tears.
Ethan let out a dark chuckle.
“Gavin will tire of you,” he said, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “And when he does, you’ll have no choice but to walk away from this job. You’ll have nothing. No one.” His smirk deepened. “I’ll make sure of it. You’ll be crawling into my bed before you know it.”
“Get out of my house,” I demanded, my voice rising.
He turned toward the door, still chuckling under his breath.
“You’ll see, Judy. I always get what I want.” His gaze flicked back to mine, his smirk twisting into something almost sinister. “And what I want is your pretty little body in that house I bought you… by the end of the week.”
He paused, tilting his head. “I only have so much patience. You don’t want to find out what happens when I completely lose it.”
Rage erupted inside me.
“Get out!” I screamed, no longer caring if I woke my mother. Hot tears blurred my vision as I stormed toward him and shoved him toward the door.
He barely budged. But he let me push him.
With one last dark chuckle, he opened the door and stepped outside.
“I’ll see you soon, mate,” he murmured before walking away.
I slammed the door behind him, my stomach twisting. My wolf whimpered in despair.
Third Person POV
Ethan was furious.
Judy was being ridiculous. Couldn’t she see that becoming his mistress was inevitable? That it was the only way they could both be satisfied?
She was still his mate.
He wasn’t going to let her go.
Yes, he was marrying Irene—but only to secure his title as Alpha. He would sleep with her, maybe even have children to fulfill his duty as a husband, but she would never satisfy his wolf.
Judy was his true mate.
And even if he marked Irene, Ethan knew the bond he had with Judy wouldn’t disappear.
His eyes flickered to the mark on Judy’s neck—the one he had given her. It pleased him to know it was still there. That she could still feel him.
Sliding into his car, he pulled out his phone.
There were numerous missed calls and texts from Irene. He was supposed to check in with her after his “meeting,” but he hadn’t. He had been too preoccupied with getting Judy to submit to him.
He ignored her messages.
Instead, he called one of his subordinates.
The line barely rang twice before it was answered.
“Boss,” the man greeted, as if he had been waiting for the call. Their plan was already in motion—waiting for Ethan’s final word.
Ethan’s lips curled into a cold smirk.
“Put the next stage into action,” he ordered. His voice was eerily calm.
It was time Judy learned exactly how much she needed him.
