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To rub it in a little more, I purchased one of the skimpiest outfits I could find and had it gift-wrapped. Back at the car, I drop it into her lap.
“As a thank you for looking after me so well,” I coo, blowing her a subtle kiss and rubbing her arm. The blush coloring her face ferociously red is so worth it.
Oh, and I also found stacking cups in a novelty store. I had these gift-wrapped as well, but my smile is genuine when I hand them to Alonso, who laughs at the sight.
When we arrive at Gualtiero’s office, he’s already waiting by the stairs and quickly slides into the backseat with me once Alonso steps out with a respectful nod to his boss.
Oriana quickly exits the car and switches spots with Santino. As she walks to the waiting car behind us, her gaze is fixed on Gualtiero’s figure next to me, longing in her eyes.
Am I the only one who’s noticed she has a crush on him?
And in her eyes, I’m an undeserving, bisexual bitch who gets to have him despite not wanting him.
What a clusterfuck.
Chapter Twelve
Ella
I’msittingupinbed, reading.
Gualtiero and I had a civilized dinner, but I retired to my bedroom at the first opportunity.
With a loud bang, the door flies open and Gualtiero storms in.
Startled, I lean back. Holy shit, he looks angry. I’m surprised there isn’t steam shooting out of his ears.
“Ella, get dressed,” Gualtiero barks. “We’re going out.”
I glance at the clock on the bedside table. It’s just after eight thirty, and I don’t want to leave this room again. “Why? Where are we going?”
“To my club in Palermo,” he replies curtly.
What? A club is the last place I want to go. And Palermo?
“Urgh… that’s such a long drive there and back.”
The last thing I want to do is spend an hour each way in the car with a fuming Gualtiero. Besides, I’m enjoying my book.
“I’ll stay here. You go on your own,” I say, no longer looking at him but bringing my attention back to the book. The next moment, it’s ripped from my hands, and Gualtiero flings it across the room.
I stare at him, speechless. He leans onto the bed and gets close to my face, his breath hovering over my skin.
“This wasn’t an invitation. It was an order. And from now on, you will follow them.”
Oh really?!
I raise my eyebrow at him in challenge. Why I want to rile him up even more, I’m not sure, but he can stick his order where the sun doesn’t shine.
But before I can even open my mouth for a retort, he continues, “I told you before, wherever I go, you go. End of discussion.” I look at him, unimpressed. “You will obey me—”
”… or what, Gualtiero?” I interrupt, my anger surfacing.
He stands to his full height abruptly, towering over me menacingly.
He goes into my closet, and I hear clothes hangers moving before he comes back out, holding a sparkly blue dress in his hands and throws it on the bed.
“Wait for me downstairs when you’re ready,” he says, turning around to leave the room.
