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MISTAKE
MADDIE
James Whitman was my only weakness; the man I referred to as DILF, but never to his face. Even though I meant every word, it was only mentioned playfully to my friends.
And now here we were, alone. His chiseled god-like body, pressed against me. Lips grazing my neck to my ear, his warm breath caused goosebumps to prickle every inch of my body. “I want to fuck you so hard, baby girl,” he muttered before clutching my throat in his palm, squeezing just enough to make me feel at his mercy. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off your hot little body since that one night at the club. You’re on my fucking mind every damn second, and I’m going to rip your cunt to shreds.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” I dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades. “Fuck me,” I begged as he teased my entrance with the tip of his hard cock. My back arched, and I writhed beneath him. “Please.” I was desperate to have him… all of him.
“Maddie.”
“James,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes closed.
“Eyes on me, slut.”
“I fucking love how—”
“Maddie!”
What the fuck? That isn’t his voice. “What?!” I shot to a sitting position. “Oh my God, Antonio,” I inhaled a sharp breath. “I must’ve fallen asleep.”
“No shit,” he chortled, plopping back down on the long beach chair next to me. “Here.” He passed me a mixed drink in a hurricane glass, garnished with a small yellow umbrella and a curved pink straw. A drink that was more than likely going to be too strong, which was how we liked them.
I laughed. “Gotta love when a bar owner makes your drinks for you.”
“Co-owner, doll.”
“Same thing.” I rolled my eyes.
“My brother’s still in charge of the place.”
When we came to Grand Cayman, I had no idea what to expect. Vincenzo Falzone had ordered Antonio Abruzzo to take me on an all-expense paid vacation for reasons I hadn’t been told. My only guess was Vincenzo wanted alone time with my best friend, Eliza, in Turks and Caicos to work out whatever issues they’d been having.
Though she hadn’t told me much yet, it was obvious they were more than friends. I was happy for her, but sad we wouldn’t be able to hang out together on vacation. The Whitman family always took a vacation at the end of summer before school started, and I always tagged along by default. I felt like I was missing out, but I wasn’t exactly in hell either.
Antonio and I had become close since I started working at the club, Abruzzo’s. Though neither of us had any intention of committing to one another, we hooked up here and there. Sometimes, we’d sneak away to the back office, or meet up inside the back seat of his car before we parted ways for the night. It was a mutual understanding. He was nothing short of amazing, but we were only ever going to be friends with benefits.
Now, here we were, side by side. Reclined back on lounge chairs and tucked away on the white sandy beach of a private luxury rental property. Thank you, Vinny! Now Antonio was busy smoking and texting another woman he’d been talking to. I was waiting for Elizabeth to message me once she and her family arrived safely in Turks and Caicos. Potent Cayman Lemonade in one hand, and phone in the other, I scrolled through my social media newsfeed.
Antonio set his phone down and reached out his sleeve-tattooed arm, putting his empty glass on the side table between us. He rotated on his side, facing me. “Babe.”
I laid my phone next to his and slid my sunglasses down to the tip of my nose, peeking over the top. “Yes?”
“Have you heard from Eliza yet?”
I slid my glasses back up on the bridge of my nose. “Nope.” Chewing the end of my straw, I shrugged. “Maybe they’re busy.”
“Likely.” A low laugh reverberated in his throat. He rolled onto his back once again, smiling toward the ocean. “And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“A certain man you’ve been texting a lot, and he seems to have been coming into the club more often. Wink wink.”
Setting my drink down on the table, I sat up, picking up the cinnamon-colored bottle of tanning oil off the sand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A coy smirk painted his face, and he stretched his arm out, plucking the oil from my grasp. “Let me help you with that.” He twirled his finger before pumping a little into his palms and rubbing them together.
