Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1749

Tarquin smirked.

"I am trying to blackmail you. If you don't tell me the truth, I'll drop this into our group chat. Booker and Gale will laugh at you for the rest of your life."

Keaton cursed under his breath. "What truth do you want me to tell?"

"When did you fall for Winona? Answer honestly."

Keaton frowned, taking a deep, heavy drag of his cigarette. After a long silence, he finally answered.

"I haven't fallen for her. At most, I just have a little crush."

Tarquin wasn't buying it.

"Your actions lately say otherwise. It's far more than just a little crush."

Keaton flicked the ash from his cigarette.

"It's probably just guilt because I slept with her. I feel bad, so I want to treat her well. Make it up to her."

Tarquin scoffed. "You've slept with countless women. I've never seen you try to 'make it up' to any of them."

Keaton shot back without thinking. "How is she the same as the others?"

"Why isn't she the same?"

Keaton muttered, "She's Elysia's best friend."

"Blossom is Elysia's best friend, too," Tarquin pointed out. "I don't see you having a crush on Blossom."

Keaton had no response.

In truth, Keaton knew exactly how he felt about Winona.

She consumed his thoughts during the day, and haunted his dreams at night.

He didn't even have a physical reaction to other women anymore. It didn't matter how stunning their curves were; he felt absolutely nothing.

But the mere memory of Winona writhing beneath him, the scent of their passion in the air, was enough to make him fully hard.

There was no doubt about it—he was hopelessly addicted to her.

And it wasn't just raw lust. Seeing her with another man made his blood boil with pure, unfiltered jealousy.

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