Avery barely had a moment to exhale before a familiar voice, deep, smooth, and entirely too amused, drifted from behind her.
"How is my bad little wife enjoying her punishment?"Her entire body went rigid.
Slowly, she turned.
And there he was.
Archie. Of course, he was the one.
Avery turned around sharply, eyes flashing as she hissed, "What was that about earlier? While I was on the red carpet? Seriously, Archie?"
He merely smirked, an infuriatingly smug expression that only made her pulse race faster.
Avery took a breath, forcing herself to sound calm. "I understand that I lied, but don't you think this punishment is bordering on improper?"
Archie shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets with an air of nonchalance. "I get to decide that."
