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I couldn’t bring myself to look over Mateo’s shoulder where I knew he stood. My legs were splayed wide open and I was being finger fucked on the stairway.
The poor man didn’t even sound surprised.
“Thank you, Fredo,” Mateo responded without missing a beat, continuing to move his fingers inside me. “Unless you want to give my friends a show, I suggest you come,” he said as soon as Alfredo’s footsteps retreated.
“I can’t, you fucking asshole,” I half snarled and half pathetically moaned.
“Ride my fingers until you do,” he demanded, letting go of my wrists and wrapping his arm around my waist to bring me closer.
Fighting back every obscenity that wanted to come out of my mouth, I gripped his shoulders, buried my face in his neck, and fucked his hand.
When he shifted his thumb to my clit, I was coming within seconds. I dug my fingers in as my muscles locked up, biting my tongue to silence my moan.
He knotted a hand in my hair and pulled my head back. “Suck,” he demanded harshly, withdrawing his fingers from my pussy and forcing them into my mouth. I’d barely finished licking my juices off when there were two solid raps on the front door.
“Don’t ever storm away from me again.” He pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead and steadied me on my feet.
I opened my mouth to tell him he could go fuck himself, but he was gone in the blink of an eye. I heard voices and didn’t have time to move before I found three strangers in suits staring up at me with matching expressions of curiosity.
“My fiancé,” Mateo introduced, locking his daring eyes with mine.
My face ignited with humiliation, and I could feel arousal running down my inner thigh. I couldn’t speak for fear that would make the tears I was struggling to hold back expel down my cheeks.
How had I come for answers, sat for dinner, and left with the feel of his fingers between my legs? My head was a mess.
Spinning on my heel, I forced myself to calmly walk up the stairs, feeling the strangers’ stares the entire way.
He never came to bed that night.
I woke groggy and disoriented to a room full of blushing pink peonies and white roses.
I remembered being lulled into a deep sleep in the middle of sending a text to Peyton and Melody after taking my medication, but it must have been pretty heavy for me to have slept through vases of flowers being delivered.
Deciding to phone Peyton, I hit call on his name and cradled the phone between my shoulder and ear, still rubbing sleep from my eyes.
“Bitch! Where the hell have you been?” His loud voice had me internally cringing.
“Peyton, there’s so much I need to tell you and Me, I don’t even know where to start. Mateo had my phone.”
“I know, he answered when Melody and I called for the billionth time. He told us you were fine.”
“And you believed him?” I asked, climbing out of bed. I stumbled my way to the dresser where a blue velvet box sat; inside was a set of tear shaped diamond earrings.
“Hell no!” Peyton hollered. “Are you high? I would never trust that smooth talking devil with my best friend.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that accurate description.
“I have something to tell you too, but nothing over the phone. Your walls are probably listening.”
“Mmm, good point,” I agreed, going into the closet.
“Mmm, yes. It’s because of that point I’m going to let you go. I’ll see you tonight. In the meantime, be careful.”
“You too,” I replied before hanging up.
Holding the phone to my chest for a few silent minutes, I wondered what he’d been able to find out, and when it was he and Melody had called for me. Mateo hadn’t disclosed that little tidbit. But he did tell me something useful. Eva was seemingly okay, but detained.
The where and why, were my two biggest questions. I made mental note to ask him at breakfast––except I wound up eating alone, receiving a diamond bracelet in his place.
