“Oh,” she says a bit stunned as he pulls away. She tucks one of her loose pieces of hair behind her ear before letting him lace their fingers together. “Well, thank you.”
You've got to be kidding me. Is she buying this shit?
I slam my car door as I watch their exchange, trying to convince myself it’d be a poor choice to rip his head clear off his shoulders.
Javier dips his face toward her and whispers something in her ear, and she giggles at whatever it is.
Jealousy seethes through my veins as I stomp over to where they stand, seemingly lost in their own world.
Placing my hand on Raina's shoulder, I say, “May I have a word?”
She spins toward me, and the smile on her face instantly vanishes.
That shouldn’t twist my insides like it does.
Nodding, she follows as I move a few steps away so Javier can’t overhear.
“I made a mistake coming here.”
“You seem to be making a lot of those lately,” she snaps back, but there’s an underlying despondency in her tone.
“What time do you want me to come back to pick you up?”
“You’re actually leaving?” She looks down at the ground, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Yeah. It’s better that way. As far as Javier is concerned, I’m your fiancé, yet he has no problem dishing out the disrespect in spades”—our eyes meet again—“and he can’t keep his hands off you, Raina. It’ll only get worse as the day goes on. I can’t watch that.”
She holds my gaze, searching my eyes for anything she can find. She’s grasping at straws—I can see it. Looking for any sort of admission of my affections toward her.
I shouldn’t have said that last part. I know how she feels about me, but she can never know how I feel about her.
Although I’m sure she already suspects since I made it my life’s mission to feel her wet pussy at the dinner table last night.
When she realizes she’s not going to get the declaration she’s hoping for, she sighs. “I don’t know. I guess around five? Six?”
“What are we discussing?” Javier interrupts, strolling over to us with his hands in the front pockets of his slacks.
“Luciano has decided not to stay and was wondering what time he should pick me up,” Raina informs him.
“You are welcome to stay. Today will be a lovely celebration.” Javier brings his hand to hover over Raina’s lower back.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll go explore the city.”
“Six-thirty or seven should be an acceptable time,” Javier concedes, and I recognize how this feels very much like a co-parenting arrangement, which makes me even more angry. “Orshe could stay overnight. She is my wife, after all,” he gloats with a wicked grin on his face.
A low growl vibrates through my chest and I take a step forward, but Raina places her hand on my chest. “Six will be perfect,” she diffuses, agreeing to an earlier time than he suggested. “Thank you, Luciano.”
Pressing up on her tiptoes, she kisses my cheek, and as though acting on instinct, my hand floats up and grips her hip, wanting to keep her there.
“Try to have a good day,” she whispers. A lump forms in my throat as she turns back to Javier and stretches out her hand for him to take.
With my hands balled into fists at my sides, I get to witness them walk through the front doors of the mansion and hear the families' voices shout with glee as they make their way inside, excited to start the day of celebrations.
When the door shuts, I’m left alone in the silence and practically have to force myself back into the car so I can figure out what the hell I’m going to do for the next six hours by myself.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It’s been four hours since Luciano abandoned me at Javier’s estate and left me to fend for myself.
