Chapter Seventy
**OLIVER WEST**
HUSBAND??!
I choked on spit, coughing uncontrollably as I met his dead set expression.
The bastard even had the nerve to rub my back like the fact that I was turning blue wasn't because of him.
"We're not together— and you are not my HUSBAND!!!"
"Aren't I?" He leaned even closer, now, his lips moved from the corners of mine, straight to my ears "You let me kiss you. You respond when I touch you. You get jealous when other people get too close to me. You are like a little wife,"
"I don't get jealous—"
"Amanda at the party. You dumped a drink on her head because you were jealous."
My face flamed. "I was drunk!"
"So you remember everything now?" Kieran moved back an inch to meet my gaze again, and there was something undecipherable burning in his eyes. "Tell me what you recalled, Ollie,"
The words felt stuck in my throat, but his expectant stare forced them out.
