He hadn't finished the sentence before I walked straight past him and out of the house.
At the front gate, I pulled out my phone and called my father.
"Dad. Call off the wedding. I'm done with Phil."
"I'm marrying his brother. Merlin."
Early the next morning, I went back to the bridal suite Phil had arranged.
With only three days until the wedding, there were plenty of my things in that apartment.
Since I wasn't marrying him anymore, I was going to take back what was mine.
I opened the front door and the filthy sounds hit me before I'd taken a single step inside.
Claire's voice had gone syrupy and cloying, every syllable dripping with a kittenish heat that was nothing like last night's one-of-the-boys act.
"She was already furious last night. How do you still dare?"
"What if she catches on? She'll drop you like that."
Phil's voice was hoarse, thick with lust.
"Relax. She's liked me for years. She finally gets to marry me—you think she'd ever walk away from that?"
"Come on, you know the deal. If I didn't need a kid, why the hell would I marry her?"
"Don't worry. Once we're married and she's pregnant and delivers the baby, I'll divorce her. Then you and I can be together out in the open."