Tasting All My Mates

Tasting All My Mates By Alexis Dee Chapter 411

Tasting All My Mates By Alexis Dee Chapter 411

411 -Who Is The Cheater?

‘Enya! what the fuck happened?” Maynard rushed, but before he could reach

me, Lazio pushed him aside as he bolted in my direction and knelt down in front

of me. No words were spoken when he grabbed my arm and helped me

straighten up while I kept sitting on the floor.

‘What happened?* Lazio cupped my face in his hands, but his eyes betrayed his

actions. There was concern in them, but not with the intensity with which he

pushed Maynard aside.

I couldn’t understand anything, not even myself. I couldn’t comprehend why I

was noticing everything. Why not just appreciate him for now?

Why had it become so hard to get a tiny bit of his attention?

‘Co—rbin!” I stammered in sobs, trying to clean my face as the fresh blood kept

entering my mouth.

‘What? he hit you?” Maynard asked, raising his voice to express his anger

towards the situation. I raised my face and nodded blankly before Lazio helped

me get up on my feet.

*I need to first take care of her wounds, and then we can talk about what to do.*

Lazio wrapped his arm around my body and helped me walk to the bedroom.

Maynard and Christina followed us to help Lazio.

‘It is okay, guys, I can take care of her,” Lazio instantly excused himself when he

watched Christina staring at Maynard, who was too busy getting infuriated with

Corbin.

*I think they need time alone.” Christina understood what Lazio wanted, but

since Maynard refused to listen, she had to gently nudge his elbow and make

him follow her. After the two left, Lazio brought the aid box to the bed and sat

down with me.

’Is it because of the rejection?’ he asked, cleaning my wound. Now that I was in

the comfort of my own home, I recalled the pain I felt when he hit me, and it

made me teary-eyed again. I couldn’t forget the anger I felt at that time.

If only I had my powers, I would have beaten the fuck out of him.

‘Hey! don’t cry,” Lazio pushed the aid aside and wrapped his arms around me to

give me a shoulder to cry on. I was about to sob on his chest when I felt

something odd about his cologne.

He smelled different.

Pulling away from him, I frowned at him. His brow furrowed before he tilted his

head to look me in the eyes and ask what happened.

“You sme—II different,” I said.

‘What do you mean?” He let out a little uncomfortable laugh before attempting to

clean my injuries again.

’You smelt like—,” I paused, forcing myself to remember where I have smelt this

scent before. It wasn’t too long before I remembered whose scent he had on

him.

’You smell like Valerie!’ I pulled away when I gasped at my own words. The look

of shock on his face was enough to tell me he didn’t expect me to find out.

‘What? that’s nonsense, let me clean yo—,” he looked pretty annoyed when

attempting to come closer but stopped when I showed him my palm.

’No! why do you smell like her?” I raised my voice as I questioned him. I

remembered her scent from earlier, when she came too close to snatch the files

out of my hands. That’s when I sensed her smell, and now he was smelling like

her.

The funny thing was that he wasn’t in his office suit, so he couldn’t lie about

giving her his coat and taking it back, hence ending up smelling like her. It was a

white shirt that he had worn yesterday, too, when he went out clubbing with

Maynard and Christina.

‘Seriously? That is what you are focused on?’ He dropped the bloodied cotton

on the bed and scoffed loudly at me.

‘You didn’t respond,” I insisted on knowing the truth.

It was only now that I remembered Maynard’s words from earlier. If Lazio wasn’t

happy, he needed to tell me.

Because there is no answer. I don’t know why you can smell her scent on me,

but I know for a fact that it is not true. You don’t even have a wolf to tell you that.

You are just making it up to take your anger out on someone since you couldn’t

do that to Corbin when he beat your ass.” He got out of bed and slammed the

aid box on the floor out of anger.

‘I don’t need a wolf to tell you that I am smelling her perfume on you,” I yelled,

but the volume was down when he immediately turned around to wave his

finger in my face.

‘Shut up! Don’t raise your fucking voice at me. I am not a cheater here. That is a

disgusting act in a relationship. If I am going to sleep with anyone, I will let you

know. I will not keep you in dark and go around to fuck —others,” he cringed at

the mention of sleeping with others.

’I don’t understand what is going on with you, Enya. But you were the one who

changed. You are barely yourself,’ he said, stepping away from the bed when

complaining about my behavior, ’You always act like you are not even here.” He

continued to complain, but I wasn’t having it.

I wasn’t the one who started it.

’When I was being myself, you told me to look at myself and act better. You

always complain about everything I did,” I started explaining the early days of

our marriage to him. I was distraught at losing Thiago, but I kept my mood good

with Lazio. I was too afraid of mistreating him, so I never even expressed my

sadness to him.

He made me change everything that made me Enya, and now he’s

complaining?

’You just love to put the blame on me,’ he scoffed and waved his hand at me.

’No! I don’t. It is true. I didn’t change. You changed me,” I said in a whisper, and

his muscles tightened a little.

’Clean your wounds. Don’t come out looking all bloody. I don’t want them to feel

uncomfortable,” he reacted the way he always does, leaving the argument

without reaching a solution.