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I pushed him hard in the shoulder so he rolled over onto his back. “You’re such a pig. The biggest fucking pig I’ve ever met.” I got to my feet and stormed out of the bedroom, furious that my plan was going to shit. If I couldn’t sleep with him to get my way, and I didn’t have another trick up my sleeve, that meant I was completely out of ideas. I moved through the living room and headed to the elevator, not expecting him to stop me.
His loud footsteps sounded behind me, his bare feet hitting the hardwood. “What the fuck was that?”
I jammed my finger into the button before I turned around. “You bring me home to a threeway? Call me old-fashioned, but you should at least ask a woman first before you throw her into bed with another woman.”
“You’ve been following me for weeks. When am I ever with just one woman?”
I saw him make out with several, but I didn’t know he fucked multiple women at a time. “You’re disgusting.” I turned back to the elevator when the doors opened.
He snatched me by the arm and yanked me back.
I spun my wrist out of his grasp quickly then slapped down his hand before he could grab me again. “Don’t touch me.” I stepped inside the elevator.
He followed me and placed his body in between the doors so I couldn’t go anywhere. In just his boxers, he stared me down with ferocity, like my tantrum was pissing him the hell off. “I know what I like, and I’m not ashamed of it. Every man in the world wishes they could have what I have, but they aren’t man enough to make it happen. Just remember that the next time you screw someone. He may enjoy fucking you, but he would be much happier if there were two of you.”
I shook my head slightly, my disgust growing by the second. “Trust me, he wouldn’t be thinking that. Because I’m the kind of woman a man can barely handle on his own. I’m the kind of woman who doesn’t share. I’m the kind of woman who keeps his attention until I’m finally done with him. If you need two women in your bed every night, then you obviously haven’t met a single woman who can hold her own. That could have been me—but now you’ll never know.”
5
Cato
I lay between Christina and Stephanie, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing the bright lights of Florence. The Catholic church down the street was lit up every night, a guiding star to all the lost souls of this city—including me.
I didn’t stop that woman from walking out of my home.
No one talked to me that way.
But once the rage had passed and I’d fucked two beautiful women in my bed, I reflected on everything she’d said.
If you need two women in your bed every night, then you obviously haven’t met a single woman who can hold her own. That could have been me—but now you’ll never know. She successfully planted a seed of doubt, a hint of regret. I wondered if I had spent the night with just her, would the sex have been as marvelous as she promised.
I guess it didn’t matter anymore. I would never see her again.
Didn’t even know her name.
She was too beautiful to be one of those stupid obsessed women who thought they could change me, who thought they had something special that would make me settle down and marry them.
I would never marry.
I was way too rich to get married.
Women wanted to be in my bed because I was good at fucking. But they agreed to threesomes in the hope they would mean something to me, that I would see them as adventurous and exciting enough to be my wife.
There hadn’t been a single woman who’d turned me down—until now.
My phone vibrated on the nightstand with a call, so I carefully reached over Stephanie to answer it. No one called me at this hour unless it was an emergency.
And it better be an emergency.
I saw the name on the screen. Mother.
I jumped out of bed and walked into the living room to answer it. “Mother, what’s wrong?” Buck naked, I stood in my living room with my hand on my hip. Slowly, I paced, fearing the worst. “Are you alright?”
“I’m so sorry to bother you right now, Cato.” She sighed into the phone, but her tone didn’t hint at any distress. My mother had always been that way, eerily calm even in the most dangerous situations. It made her impossible to read.
“You never bother me. Now tell me.” I stood in front of the window and looked across the city, holding my breath as I waited for an answer.
She sighed before she answered. “He’s here…and I can’t get him to leave.”
