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“Where are we going?” Gaetano asked as he started the motor.
“Segreti.”
“Are you sure?”
Gaetano being my best friend knew exactly why I wanted to go to the strip joint/brothel, and I suspected he was worried about how talk from there would affect my wedding.
“Call Madeline.”
Gaetano dialled while he backed the car from the garage and headed down the driveway. Madeline answered on the first ring.
“Maddie speaking.”
“Maddie…Segreti.”
“Can’t, Benvolio, I have Mum and Dad visiting.”
“Fuck. Okay.”
I disconnected the call and slammed a fist against the dashboard, cursing when the skin on two knuckles split open.
“Take me home. Looks like I’ll have to work out this foul mood in the gym.”
“I’m out. I’ve done my sessions for this week. I’ll go down and see how things are going with Zane at Segreti.”
“You’re a lazy sonofabitch.”
Gaetano laughed. "Yep. I don't want muscles on my muscles. Women love this body."
I laughed and shook my head. Gaetano had a knack for pulling me out of the darkness. When we reached the gates to my home, Gaetano left the car idling, and I removed the seatbelt. “I’ll walk up from here.”
“Okay, Boss. I’m taking Ma to Ortillo’s for dinner and will be staying there tonight and tomorrow. It’s the fifth anniversary of Dad’s death and you know it knocks her hard.”
“Give her my love. Tell her I’ll speak with her on Saturday. I’ll meet you at the church, don’t forget your suit.”
“If you need me, call. Ma will understand.”
“Contrary to what you believe, I can survive twenty-four hours without you.”
Gaetano laughed and opened the gate as I climbed from the car. As I headed toward the driveway, I tossed a wave over my shoulder and Gaetano beeped the horn as he drove away.
***
The wedding day
“Mother, I will be there at eleven. You wanted this fucking production so you can deal with any problems.”
Mother had called, wanting to make sure I would be at the church on time, and before she'd given me a chance to answer, she started telling me about fresh foods the caterers were unable to purchase because it was the wrong time of the year. My level of interest was zero. Mother continued rambling as though she would go on for the next hour, so I interrupted her tirade.
“Mother, if you want me at St. Giles on time, I need to go so I can shower and get ready.”
She shrieked in alarm before reminding me there was only an hour and a half before the service was due to begin and the drive to the church was twenty-five minutes on a good day—One with lights in our favour and no major roadworks. I assured her again that I would be there on time and disconnected the call, so I was finally able to begin getting ready.
I headed upstairs to my shower and stripped off the sweats I’d pulled on before working out in the gym.
The hot water pounding on my muscles felt good and I could feel the knots loosening. Several gym sessions over the past twenty-four hours had done nothing to cool what I felt for Nikita. I’d jerked off more in the past day than I had in the past year. Normally Madeline was available when I needed relief, so my hand had become extinct. Until now. Until Nikita.
With the lady on my mind yet again, my cock hardened, curving toward my belly. When I lowered my eyes, there was a small pearl of precum balancing on the slit. Squirting shower wash onto one hand, I used the lubrication to work the length. My balls tightened, attempting to climb inside my body, and my hand worked faster and harder. I slapped the other hand against the tiled wall and lowered my forehead to rest against the knuckles. Hot water pounded my back, and the slapping sounds of me beating off echoed in the space.
