Evelina called Remington three times, and nobody picked up.


    Thinking about what they were up to, she couldn’t help but m her phone against the wall.


    She stormed out of the club and even checked the hotel upstairs. She pulled some strings, but there


    was no sign of Remington and Lizetta booking a room.


    So, did Lizetta tag along with Remington back to Oakridge Heights or what?


    Weren’t they about to split for good?


    Why the heck did she go back? What a homewrecker!


    And Evelina thought of those suggestive noises she heard on the phone. It didn’t take a genius to


    picture the steamy scene, making Evelina green with envy, wanting to scream her lungs out.


    No way!


    She wasn’t going down without a fight!


    Why should Lizetta, the phony princess, get all the good stuff!


    While Evelina was fuming with impotent rage, Lizetta was zonked out asleep.


    When she woke up the next day and moved a bit, the silky sheets caressed her even silkier skin, and


    the naked feeling brought all ofst night’s memories flooding back.


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    The vision of a man on top of her, dripping with sweat and looking all kinds of sexy, made Lizetta’s


    cheeks turn crimson, and her heart flutter.


    They’d done it three timesst night, and thest two rounds, Remington didn’t even bother to cover


    her


    reyes.


    Two years of marriage, and he never kissed her, not even during the most intimate moments; he never


    wanted to face her.


    Butst night was different; he kissed her, and he was hooked, even in bed, it was different.


    Even if Lizetta didn’t want to overthink, her mind was running wild.


    She forced herself to stop and reached for her phone; it was nearly eight.


    There was a message from Ynda. Lizetta quickly sent her an emoji, and Ynda immediately called.


    “Liz, why didn’t youe homest night? Also, did you see the news on Twitter?”


    Lizetta felt awkward admitting she’d followed Remington home, the whole night was a blur, and she


    was still in a muddle, so she instinctively hid it from Ynda.


    “Oh, I spent the night dealing with stuff at the hospital. What’s up online?”


    It was normal for Lizetta to stay at the hospital since Thaddeus had a close call; Ynda didn’t suspect


    a thing.


    “Some blogger spilled the beans on Twitter that Remington was messing around in a barst night,


    even locking lips with some hot chick on stage for everyone to see. They posted a blurry pic, and I


    swear it’s badass Remington. Evelina even chimed in. You better check it out. When the heck are you


    and badass Remington getting hitched? If you drag it out, the whole world’s gonna know he treated on


    you.”


    Lizetta was speechless.


    She’d just libbed to Ynda and didn’t dare tell her the hot chick might be her.


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    She hung up, about to check out the Twitter drama with Evelina, when the door opened, and


    Remington walked in


    with a tray.


    Lizetta instinctively sat up, tugging the sheets to cover herself.


    “Why cover up? I was the one who bathed youst night.”


    Without him mentioning it, Lizetta hadn’t even noticed.


    She’d been so wiped out she’d fallen asleep right away, and now she was all clean and dry, obviously


    thanks to Remington’s handiwork.


    He’d never done that before; they didn’t even sleep in the same room at night.


    Lizetta’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sweetness, her heart racing.


    Remington had already stepped up to the bed, seeing her shy away, he set the tray on the nightstand


    and leaned in.


    “Aren’t you going to thank me?”


    Lizetta nced up at him with a reproachful look, “How could you?”


    She started, her voice a bit raspy, and then she closed her mouth, embarrassed. Remington’s lips


    curved slightly, handing her the cup of water on the tray.


    “Grunt and sweat all night, you must be parched, have a sip.”


    Lizetta’s face heated up again, feeling like smacking him.


    She took the cup and drank, soothing her dry throat, then Remington handed her something else.


    “Take your medicine, too.”


    Lizetta saw the little pill pinched between his fingers, felt like she’d been pped out of the blue, her


    blood running cold.


    It was a contraceptive pill.


    “We ran out of condoms at home, I’ll be careful next time.”


    Seeing her hesitation, Remington lifted his hand to rub her head slightly apologetically.


    The condoms they had before were tossed out because of Hanna’s tampering, and there were more in


    the dressing room, but Evelina threw those outst time she visited.


    Since Lizetta hadn’te home these days, he’d forgotten to buy more, so they hadn’t taken


    precautionsst night.


    Lizetta took the pill from his hand, looked up at him, and suddenly smiled.


    “So scared I might get pregnant, eh? Next time we’ll have to be extra careful, maybe wear two


    condoms with ayer of cooling gel in between. If the inner one breaks, I’ll know, and if the outer one


    breaks, you’ll know. That’s safe enough.‘


    Remington frowned unhappily. “Lizetta!”