Chapter 31 FANTASIZING

RAPHAEL’S P O V

Naya never failed to look beautiful no matter what clothes she wore. Even though she was dressed in office attire---just simple slacks and a top, her curves still showed in a way that made me suddenly uncomfortable in my seat. She was laughing at… what was his name again? Norton...? Yeah, Chosen Norton. The head of their department.

I huffed in irritation because I could see the besotted look in the eyes of the dark-haired guy she was with as he looked at her.

My gaze lingered at the area where the guy’s hand was. It was once again placed at the small of her back and she just let him touch her like that. My fingers unconsciously tightened around the stem of the delicate wineglass as a flash of possessiveness welled up inside of me.

My jaw worked as I fought the urge not to rip Norton’s hand away from her. That was an absolutely absurd feeling to have for the woman I married with nothing more than just a piece of paper.