Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: "I asked you first." "I asked you second!"

Camden

The sun shines brightly from the giant windows, waking me up. My husband was still out cold, so I decided I should bring him breakfast in bed.

I want to be a good husband, after all.

I pulled my silk pants up my legs, and buttoned the silk blouse that went with it. I slid my feet into cashmere slippers, and headed for the stairs.

With my hand on the rail, I quietly and smoothly walked down the stairs, avoiding slipping on the turquoise runner rug on the steps.

I stepped straight into the kitchen, starting some coffee. I pulled some pancake batter out of the cabinet, and read the instructions meticulously.

I've never done this before, I don't think.

As the pancakes sizzles on the stove, I grabbed an orange, peeling it in two minutes flat and taking my time eating each juicy slice.

The doorbell rang, echoing through the house. I groaned, shuffling to the door and swung it open.

There was a man there, with black hair and purple eyes. Somewhere in me, I felt like I knew him. There was something about him that was making me go haywire.

Maybe the clothes? He was dressed in a red corset, with a short leather jacket, black jeans and heeled boots. I scowled. He looked like a hoe.

What if Alex is cheating on me with this twat? My body heated with anger.

"Who the fuck are you?"

He wrinkled his nose.

"Who the hell are you?" He retaliated.

I crossed my arms.

"I asked first!"

He rolled his eyes.

"I asked second!"

I growled in my throat. "Listen pal. Get the hell off of my property. I have the right to shoot you if you don't move."

He laughed, hard, doubling over. I stared at him, confused.

"I just threatened your life, why are you laughing?"

He wiped a tear from his eye. "You're like a wet kitten when you're angry!"

I went to slam the door closed, but he stuck his shoe in there. "Go ahead, try to ruin these shoes. I'll sue your ass, they haven't made these in a thousand years. "

"Please leave my property. Don't make me get my husband." His brows furrowed.

"Husband? My poor nephew, what had he done to you?" He placed a frozen cold hand on my cheek. "I have to give you your memory back."

"Wha--" he grabbed the front of my shirt, placing our foreheads together. "Close your eyes, " he whispered, his eyelashes tickling my face.

I gasped, gripping his shoulders as images and memories came flying into my head. Everything I thought I knew was wrong.

I live in Vermont.

I'm not married to Alex.

I'm the owner of a multi-billion company.

And this bastard holding me is my former torturer, my uncle.

"Maxime," I grunted. "Haven't you been banished to Transylvania?"

He grinned, fangs on full display. "Not anymore! In return for helping you, I get to go back to my real home."

I sighed. Damn. Really thought he was out of my life.

"Hey, is Alistair with you."

He nodded.

"You want to help me beat the shit out of an incubus?"

He grinned, summoning a hockey stick.

"Let's go!"