Chapter 336 My Wife Cooks for Another Man
Joan was totally caught off guard, then she got super pissed. "What's my deal with Robert got to do with you?"
Mary just raised an eyebrow. "You just said Robert's single. So, what gives you the right to butt in on me?"
"You!" Joan's face went ghostly white.
Mary kept going, "I'm Robert's friend. Seems like you're closer to him. Here's a tip: if you freak out every time a chick's around him, it's kinda rude."
Joan's face got even whiter. "How dare you lecture me! Who do you think you are?"
Mary shrugged. "Not lecturing, just a friendly heads-up."
Then she turned to Robert. "Robert, it's getting late. I'm outta here."
With that, she grabbed the food box and bounced.
"Don't go! Explain yourself! Hey!" Joan tried to stop her.
Robert rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Joan, you told her to leave, and now you want her back. Isn't that a bit contradictory?"
Joan's eyes welled up. "Robert, didn't you hear what she said about me? Who is she to talk about me?"
Robert sighed. "Wasn't she right?"
"Robert, you..." Joan's tears started to fall. "Why are you siding with her?"
Robert stayed calm. "Joan, I have my own friends. Why do you think you can control me like this?"
Joan wanted to snap back but held it in. She put down the food box and looked away. "I had someone make your favorite food. Eat some, I'm leaving!"
With that, she turned and left.
Robert glanced at the fancy pink food box, then looked away without touching it.
Mary got back to her place. As she walked into the hallway, she caught a whiff of tobacco.
Someone smoking in the hallway didn't seem like a big deal, so she didn't pay much attention it.
But when she went upstairs, punched in her code, and was about to close the door, a hand grabbed it and shoved her inside.
The door slammed shut, and Mary stared in shock. "Matthew, what the hell are you doing?"
Matthew's tall frame pinned her against the entryway. His big hand gripped her waist, lifting her onto the shoe cabinet by the door.
His nose brushed hers, and his voice was rough. "My wife cooks for another guy and delivers food to him. What do you think I should do?"
As he spoke, his grip tightened, like he wanted to snap her in half. "Should I kill him, or should I kill you?"
Then Matthew kissed her, hard!
His lips tasted like tobacco, invading Mary's senses bit by bit.
Mary struggled, pushing him hard.
Matthew's hot kisses trailed down to her neck and collarbone, where he bit her lightly but firmly.
Mary's body trembled, and her breathing got all messed up!
She pounded on his shoulders, trying to push him away. "Matthew, let go of me, let go of me!"
Matthew's kisses returned to her lips, and he mumbled, "Mary, if you push me again, I'll take you right here."
Mary's breath hitched, and a wave of shame and anger surged up.
