Without Warning: A Billionaire Romance (Playboys of New York Book 5), JA Low [book suggestions .TXT] 📗

look down at my Rolex. It’s 10:38 p.m., still early for them as they don’t go out until midnight. Yet, for ordinary people like me who have been up since five, I’m ready to crash.

Grabbing my overnight bag from the trunk of my car, I press my finger against the lock, the door unlocks, and I step into my home. Placing my bag in the foyer, I go looking for my wife and best friend and hope to hell they haven’t killed each other.

Music is blaring from the back of the house out by the pool. It’s a warm evening, and they’ve probably had a swim.

Making my way through the living room to the large glass sliding doors which let the outside in, the lights of the pool shimmer, but I don’t see anyone in the water. Stepping further outside, where the music is pumping from the outdoor speakers, I search the pool area for Madison and Dom, but they’re nowhere to be found.

Movement catches my attention from the pool house where they must be hanging out playing pool, so I head toward the open sliding door. The lights are on, and muffled sounds filter through to me. I turn the corner, and the last thing I expect to see greets me. My wife is bent over the pool table while my best friend is hammering into her.

I must space out at some point because my mind is not computing what my eyes are seeing.

Is my best friend fucking my wife?

The best friend who hates my wife.

The wife who hates my best friend.

Are fucking each other in my home on my pool table while they think I am at work.

“Harder, Dommie, harder,” Madison urges my best friend to fuck her, which he does.

For some reason, all I can think about is that Madison would never let me fuck her over our pool table like that. She hardly ever lets me fuck her anywhere other than our bed now we’re married. Before that, when she was my assistant, Madison would fall to her knees and suck me off at my desk anytime I wanted her to, but once that ring hit her finger, she turned into something else.

Madison turns her head, then she lets out an almighty scream.

“That’s it, Mads,” Dom growls.

“Fuck, no,” Madison screams, her face turning pale as if she’s seen a ghost. “Get the fuck off me.” She pushes at Dominic.

“What the fuck, Mads?” Dominic curses.

“I think she wants you to stop fucking her because her husband is home.”

Dominic hears my voice and stops hammering into my wife. He lets go of my wife’s hips and pulls up his pants before slowly turning around to look at me.

“It’s um… shit…” Dominic has no words as he rakes his hand through his dark brown hair. “Rhys, I …” His face has paled also.

Madison rights her bikini but stands behind Dominic.

“How long have you two been doing this?” My voice is like steel. There’s no quiver, no tremble. It’s simply cold and hard.

“It’s not what you think, baby.” Madison finally gives me her innocent voice.

“So, I didn’t just see my best friend and wife fucking?” My voice rises higher as some sort of rage starts to bubble beneath the surface.

Madison’s eyes drop to the floor while she recovers and tries to think of a way she can get out of this mess.

“How. Fucking. Long?” My voice echoes around the walls, both of them wincing at the loud sound.

“First time.”

“A long time.”

They both answer differently.

Madison glares at Dominic, who I realize has told me the truth.

“Nearly two years,” Dominic eventually tells me.

My eyes widen with surprise at that revelation.

Two damn years.

So, the entire time Madison and I have been together.

“I don’t love him, baby. It’s just sex,” Madison adds as if that makes all the difference.

“Why?” I ask, ignoring my wife and posing the question to my supposed best friend.

“I met Maddison at your work. I had no idea you were seeing each other until I found out you were engaged,” Dominic explains. “And then it was too late for me to stop.” He looks over at Madison, then back to me.

“You’re in love with my wife?” My stomach sinks and wants to eject my coffee from earlier.

Doming bursts out laughing. “Fuck, no.”

Madison glares at him.

“She’s been a bit of fun. That’s all.”

“I’m so glad you thought this was all a bit of fun, breaking up my marriage.” There’s an ache in my chest where my heart should be. “That fucking your best friend’s wife because you could, is okay.” Raising my voice, I look over at Madison. “And you… you continued to fuck him after we were married. Why?”

“You never have time for me, Rhys,” she cries. “You’re always at work. It’s always fucking work,” she screams at me hysterically. “Then you come home, and you’re too tired to fuck me. I have needs, you know.”

Is she serious right now?

“I’ve been paying for all this…” I wave my hands in the air, “… for you.” She dares to roll her eyes at me. “For all your holidays around the world. For your designer wardrobe. For your perfect car. The plastic surgery. All of it. I work my ass off to provide for you.”

“I assumed your new assistant satisfied you just like I did.”

Again, is she fucking serious?

“I mean, I chose her specifically because I knew you liked blondes, and her tits are phenomenal.”

Dominic has the balls to nod his head in agreement over that comment.

“Get out. Get the fuck out, both of you.” I can’t take it any longer, looking at their non-remorseful faces. They absolutely don’t give one shit about me. “I never want to see either of you assholes, ever again.”

“Rhys, no. Please. No,” Madison begs as she runs over and tries to grab my arm.

“Get away from me.” Ripping myself from her grasp, I repeat, “Get. The. Fuck. Out.” Screaming in her face, “Leave me the fuck alone.”

Dominic pulls her out of the pool house.

I stalk over