He leaned closer with a triumphant grin plastered on his face. “As long as her love is with me, the more you hurt me, the more she’ll love me. They reattached my parts perfectly—no damage at all. If anything, it makes me perform even better. I should be thanking you for the assist.”
With that, Harvey pulled his shirt open, showing off a flawless neck and the edge of his chest. Countless kiss marks repeated across his skin, declaring how completely Faye had demanded and taken from him.
“Too bad, though. I got your wife pregnant again.” His pride spilled out in every word.
Unruffled, I set my coffee down and drank it slowly, expressionless.
Meanwhile, Harvey flopped onto the custom sofa I had commissioned, propping his chin on his hands.
“I heard that after marriage, you didn’t manage to get her pregnant for three years. Finally, she’s with child.”
He laughed at his own joke, leaning back casually. “Ha! Didn’t keep it! Sometimes, you really can’t blame the woman.”
The coffee cup clinked sharply against the table.
Then Harvey screamed.
The room froze.
Bodyguards stood silent as Harvey doubled over on the floor, blood dripping from his groin.