I pick up his hand and kiss the back of it. His eyes stay down and guilt fills me. I hurt him today. I grab his hand and cup it around my cheek as I tear up.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
I hold my head to the side. “I do. You know I do. Please let’s go home and talk about it.”
“No.”
“Why did you walk out on our argument today? You should have stayed and talked it through with me.”
His eyes hold mine. “You don’t want to know.”
What’s that supposed to mean? “Yes I do.”
“I was so angry that I didn’t trust myself to be near you.”
I frown. “Why?”
He puts his head back and drinks his beer as he thinks. “Maybe I’m more like James Brennan than we all realise.”
My heart drops. “Joshua.” I sigh. “You would never hurt me and I know that for a fact. You would never lose control.”
His haunted eyes hold mine.
“You proved that to yourself by leaving. Don’t beat yourself up because you were furious with me. You had a very good reason to be angry.”
He takes another swig of his beer.
“Joshua, I was off the boat in ten minutes, the guards were still awake. There was no way you could remember a thing, nobody expected something to happen when everyone was around.”
He frowns. “He told you that?”
I nod and his face falls. He needs to know he couldn’t have stopped it.
The girl on stage starts to moan into the microphone as she gives it to herself with a vibrator, and I hear Bridget and Adrian laugh in horror. I put my hands over the front of my stomach. “Close your ears, baby Stanton, Daddy has us hanging out in a pussy parlour listening to fake orgasms.”
Amusement flickers across Joshua’s face.
“Why would you do that?” he whispers.
I shrug. “I don’t know. It seemed like a good plan at the time.”
“He could have upset you. Anything could have happened.”
I kiss his hand. “I won’t do anything like that ever again, I promise.”
A topless blonde with huge boobs walks over and bends over Joshua to take his empty beer bottle on the table. She gives him a dirty smile and he raises a brow at me.
I look at her, my face straight. “Buzz off, Blondie, before I stick this bar stool up your ass,” I warn her.
She pulls a face and moves along.
A trace of a smile crosses his lips. “Stick a bar stool up her ass?” he repeats.
I smirk. “It would probably fit.”
He smiles into his glass and I know I’ve got him.
“Are you taking me home, baby daddy?”
He shakes his head in defeat. “Stop fucking with my head, Natasha.”
I lean in and kiss him gently. “That’s my job.” I rub my hand over his short dark hair.
He frowns, his lips against my lips.
“Wives fuck up their husband’s nights at strip clubs all the time,” I whisper. “It’s a common occurrence, Mr. Stanton. Get used to it. I will do it again.”
He smiles and shakes his head to himself. “Once a show stopper, always a show stopper.”
“Baby, your show starts when we get home. I’m going to make it up to you.” I kiss his shoulder.
He grabs my hand as he stands. “Pregnant woman aren’t supposed to be horny all the time.”
I smirk. “Most pregnant women don’t have a Lamborghini parked in the garage.”