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Finally, my guts stop heaving. I wipe my mouth with some toilet paper and flush the whole mess down. I can’t meet Laz’s eyes, so I rinse my mouth out and splash cold water on my face.
“Should I go to the drugstore for you? Have you got food poisoning?”
Blotting my face with a towel, I shake my head. “It’s nothing. Just something I overheard Mom and my uncles saying.”
“What did they say?” he asks coldly.
“It doesn’t matter,” I reply, applying toothpaste to my toothbrush and shoving it into my mouth. I scrub every tooth and my tongue to the back of my mouth as hard as I can.
Laz watches me, his arms folded tightly across his chest and murder flickering in his eyes.
I spit and rinse my mouth, and my gaze drops to Laz’s jeans where I can see the outline of something rectangular. I move past him and shut the bathroom door. “Get your phone out. Make that call.”
His arms loosen in surprise. “Really? You mean that?”
I nod. Now that the sickness is passing, all I’m left with is anger.
I watch Laz make the call and get through to the right person, and he holds the phone out to me. There’s a smile on his beautiful, scarred lips.
I take a deep breath and assume my mother’s clipped, imperious tone. “Kelly. It’s Giulia Bianchi here.”
“Oh, hello, Ms. Bianchi. What can I do for you today?”
“I... need to cancel my party.” I fumble my way through the conversation, telling a clearly peeved Kelly that I understand I won’t get my money back.
“Can I ask the reason for this cancellation?” Kelly asks, and with her attitude you’d think I was rejecting an audience with the Queen of England.
“I changed my mind.”
“There’s a waiting list for this venue. I won’t be able to rebook the space for you for months if you change your mind again.”
“I won’t.” I reach out and hit the red button on Laz’s phone and hang up.
I cover my mouth with both hands, shocked and delighted at the same time. Laz is staring at me like he can’t believe I actually went through with it. I can’t believe I went through with it either.
I move my hands aside and whisper, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“How did it feel?”
“Amazing,” I breathe.
“You bad fucking girl.” Laz pulls me closer, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me hard, his tongue parting my lips. My heart is beating wildly as Laz perches me on the vanity and moves between my thighs, pulling them around his hips. He overwhelms me.
Invades me.
Conquers me.
It’s the most intense kiss of my life.
I take his lower lip between my teeth, biting down gently. He groans, and I revel in my newfound power. I’m done being a good girl for the Bianchis.
From now on, I’m going to be a bad girl for Laz Rosetti.
9
Laz
Afurious scream emanates from downstairs and rocks the house to its foundation.
