"Are you still with Catrina? That woman won't make it easy for you," Freed added.

"I just left the apartment."

"How did you leave her?"

"She's fine. I need a drink. I'll wait for you at the club."

Lindsey was keeping an eye on her husband; he hadn't arrived yet. She fell asleep for a while until she woke up thinking about him. Seeing the empty space beside her, she got up and went down to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she took out a pitcher and poured herself a glass of water, not realizing when someone entered the house.

Kyle saw her in the kitchen, wearing a two-piece pajama, a tank top, and shorts, showcasing her beautiful figure. He approached immediately; his head was a mess, not to mention the glasses of whiskey he had while talking to Freed. She was his calm, and he wanted to devour her right there.

Lindsey placed a glass in the sink when she felt strong and possessive arms hugging her from behind. She startled, but before she could scream, a whisper reached her ear.

"Calm d