The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 307

Chapter 307

McNeil's phone had gone straight to voicemail.

Violet's mind was running wild with images of McNeil in the shower. Was that why she couldn't reach him? Were they... busy right now?

She couldn't stand not knowing. If McNeil wouldn't answer, she'd get to the

bottom of it another way-so she dialed Victoria.

Victoria, at that moment, was pressed up against the wardrobe, her towel yanked away, right in the heat of things with McNeil.

"My-my phone's ringing."

She barely managed to gasp out the words between his feverish kisses, but McNeil wasn't about to let her go. He held her close, staggering with her over to the room's only table, lifted her onto it, and, without looking, grabbed her phone, swiped to answer, and brought it to her ear.

"Pick up-"

Victoria glanced down at the screen. Ms. Marchand.

She hesitated, looking at McNeil for help, but his next move left her trembling so hard she nearly dropped the phone.

With the phone pressed to her ear, Victoria managed a shaky, "Hello—"

She'd barely gotten the word out before McNeil's lips found hers again. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as sounds escaped, not realizing that Violet could hear the strange noises on the other end. When Violet tried to listen more closely, though, the line went silent.

"Where's McNeil?"

her beneath him, completely confused as to

"Ms. Marchand-"

slid up to her pale neck, his kisses leaving her breathless. The phone slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. Without missing a beat, McNeil scooped her up and carried her to the bed. She tried desperately to retrieve her phone-damn it, the call

Victoria couldn't take it anymore, her muffled moans slipping out, low

Violet's face went bloodless

McNeil's phone was

time drinking in the sight of her. He picked up her phone, holding it in one hand. "Your friend enjoys eavesdropping? Maybe ask her tomorrow

he shut the phone

it out of bed the next morning, her whole body aching

eyes, she realized she had less

rushed through her morning routine, and threw on her clothes

late, took the elevator up to the tech department, and

ever finish his shower last night?"

couple is none of your business," another co-worker scolded,

desk. George walked in, took one look at the group, and barked, "Enough with the party-get to work! We're slammed today, and if you don't finish, you'll be staying late. Ms. Marchand won't hesitate to keep you all in meetings

The laughter died

minutes after she'd settled in, Victoria's phone rang.

and McNeil last night? The

a gossipy, almost gleeful curiosity,

eyes. “Nothing happened. He was showering during a conference call, so I went to get his

a conspiratorial squeal. "Wait,

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