King (Maine Silver Foxes #1)

Chapter 10

M ia

King escorted her out of the office, and they both came to an abrupt halt. Standing there leaning against the wall as if she’d been waiting for them was a woman. Her arms were crossed. Anger glittered in her accusing brown eyes. She was beautiful, and Mia recognized her as King’s wife. A brow lifted with disdain, disappearing behind the whisper of platinum bangs.

“Screwing around on me again?” Her eyes moved over Mia and dismissed her as insignificant. “And I see you’ve lowered your standards.”

Her scathing words were meant to hurt. Mia froze, but she heard King’s harsh sigh of annoyance. “You’re the only one who screwed around when we were married, Sheila,” he said with disdain in his voice. “And this woman has more class in her little pinky than you have in your whole body.”

Sheila snorted. “Yeah, I heard her class when you were fucking her.”

She’d heard them? Oh, damn! Mia felt the heat of embarrassment spread up to her cheeks. She didn’t want to get in between them. It was apparent the woman was jealous and hadn’t moved on, as he had.

Sheila stepped closer to King. “There was a time when you couldn’t get enough of this body.” The expression on her face challenged him to deny it. “Remember how good it was between us?” she continued, practically cooing her words. “You always said I was the best.”

Mia suddenly felt like an intruder. A heavy sigh of annoyance escaped King. “What do you want Sheila?” He released Mia’s hand and crossed his arms, glaring at his ex. “I’m busy.”

“Busy?” she laughed. “Is that what you’re calling it these days? Seems that every time I run into you, you’ve got a different woman in your bed. Or should I say, on your cock?” She turned her glare on Mia. “You’re not the only woman he’s fucked on that desk.”

Mia’s face grew hot with embarrassment, and her gaze settled on King, who didn’t appear affected by his ex’s nasty comment. She didn’t like what Sheila was implying about him, and she didn’t need the drama. She wondered if she should disappear so they could talk in private.

“Like I said, Mia has more class in her little finger.”

“Hmmm.” Sheila looked like a woman who always got what she wanted. Her confidence was off the charts. It was obvious that she took care of herself. Her clothes outlined her perfect figure and brought attention to her sizable breasts. Her makeup was flawless. “Who wants class when you’re fucking each other’s brains out and enjoying it?” A knowing smile spread across her face.

After a few seconds of tense silence, Sheila swung her eyes to Mia. “Do you mind giving us some privacy?” She put her gaze back on King, her tone was rife with unfriendly sarcasm. “Your flavor of the month doesn’t need to be included in our discussion.”

“Mia’s not going anywhere.” King gave Mia a wink. “And let me save you a breath. If it has anything to do with money, the answer is no. You got all you’re going to get from me.”

Sheila huffed, glaring back at him. “What about Scarlet? You are aware that our daughter is pregnant again, aren’t you?” One well-plucked brow rose higher than the other.

“I’m aware. And Scarlet is an adult. If she needs my help, she’ll come to me. As far as I’m aware, she and Zack are okay. Is that all?”

Mia had just about had enough, and she got the impression that King was eager to be off, too. She smiled cautiously when their eyes met. Sheila, on the other hand, pressed her lips and glared at them. It was obvious to her that things weren’t going her way.

“My, you are testy. Maybe your current bimbo didn’t satisfy you.”

Mia couldn’t believe how fast Sheila switched from a mama bear looking out for her cub to a snarly, jealous bitch. And she was a bitch. King didn’t let her goad him into a response. He wrapped his hand around Mia’s and led them toward the back door. The laughter that followed didn’t have a trace of humor in it.

King muttered something under his breath, but Mia couldn’t make out what he’d said. Just before they exited through the back door, she pulled back. “I should let Sammy know.”

King smirked. “Call her on the way to my place.” He paused, as if something had just occurred to him. “Did you bring anything you need to pick up before we leave?”

Mia shook her head.

She followed King to his truck, and they drove to his house in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. It didn’t surprise Mia after the run-in they’d just had with his ex. Mia wondered if Sheila had always been like that, or if it was a product of their divorce. Had it been a nasty divorce? Whose idea had it been? What had gone wrong? She realized that she couldn’t voice her questions until she knew King better.

The moonlight shone through the window, allowing Mia to take in the rustic cabin as they drove up to it. It was located in a small clearing with the backdrop of mature trees towering behind it. A single window revealed the soft glow of the light he’d left on. Before long, King was parking in a spot beside the small cabin.

He turned off the ignition and turned toward Mia. “Sheila can be a bitch when she wants to, and she exaggerates. I hope she didn’t scare you off,” he said in a resigned tone, running his hand over the top of his head. It sounded as if this wasn’t the first time Sheila had caused him trouble.

A shy smile covered Mia’s mouth as she sought to reassure him. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

King cupped the side of her neck. “For the record, you more than satisfied me, baby. I want you to spend the night.”

“I’d like that,” she said, leaning in to kiss him. His mouth explored hers, sending shivers throughout her body. Mia felt as though she had fallen under some kind of spell when she thought about who she was with and what she was doing. This was so unlike her. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” she breathed against his lips once they pulled apart.

“Oh, you’re doing it, woman,” he smirked. “And you’re doing it more than once.”