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?"

up at the man pinning her beneath him, completely confused as to why Violet would be calling her of

"Ms. Marchand-"

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

leaned in, and Victoria couldn't take it anymore, her

the other end, Violet's face went bloodless as

McNeil's phone was off—Victoria was

of her. He picked up her phone, holding it in one hand. "Your friend enjoys

with that, he shut the phone off right in

her whole body aching from a

finally opened her eyes, she realized she had less than ten minutes to get to

her morning routine, and threw on her

just a minute late, took the elevator up to the

your husband ever finish his shower last night?" someone

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

to her 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

magic spell. The laughter died at once- nothing

settled in, Victoria's phone

McNeil last night? The whole

replaced by a gossipy, almost gleeful curiosity,

a conference call, so I went to get his clothes, and I guess the call picked

voice to a conspiratorial squeal. "Wait, wait-you

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