"Shit. Shit. Shit," Reid cussed as he scrambled for his clothes. His heart was hammering against his ribs, his hands shaking so violently he could barely pull his boxers over his sticky thighs. He grabbed his jeans and shirt in a panicked bundle, his eyes darting toward the closed door as if he expected Inker to burst through it at any second.Gigi didn't do anything. She didn't panic, she didn't rush, and she didn't say a single word. She simply stood up from the floor, and sat down on the velvet chair. She watched his frantic, desperate movements with a cool, detached amusement, a slow smirk playing on her lips.Reid hurried to dress up, practically throwing himself into his clothes, and hurried out of the room without looking back, desperate to intercept his wife downstairs and pretend he had just arrived home from somewhere else.Gigi chuckled quietly from where she sat. The moment the door closed behind him, the amusement faded into a heavy, lingering exhaustion. She turned,
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