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He brushes his fingertips over my cheek. “I knew you would. Your father is going to regret giving you up so easily. He could’ve used you in his business.”
“We both know men don’t utilize women for business in our families. We’re more for decoration.”
He doesn’t seem to notice the bitterness in my tone. If he does, he doesn’t address it.
“We’re here.”
The driver pulls the car to a stop, and I wait while he exits then opens the door for me. Stefano steps over to me, holding out his arm. I slip my arm in his and fall into step beside him. He speaks quietly to the employee, no doubt throwing his power and authority around. This is Gilligan Arnold’s shop. Well, it’s most likely his wife’s shop, but like I said, women are more for decoration in our families.
“Milana,mio caro, there’s not an item in this shop you can’t have. Try on as many dresses as you wish. I’ll be back to pick you up in an hour.”
I won’t be here. The moment he’s gone, so am I. He presses a soft kiss to my cheek before leaving me in a room full of white wedding gowns. It should be every girl’s dream. A no-limit shopping spree. But it’s my nightmare.
As soon as the car pulls away, I head to the door only to be stopped by security. “Mr. Moretti will return in one hour.”
“I’m not waiting.” The guard crosses his arms, blocking the door and any chance I have at escape. “All of the doors are guarded. Mr. Moretti was clear with his instructions.”
There will be more chances, I tell myself. I’ll get out of this somehow. Gain his trust. Gain his love. Playing my part, I grab the first dress off the rack. A stunning A-line with a plunging backline.
“I’ll try this one first.”
Yes, it’s my nightmare, but I’m going to fucking do it in style.
26
Salvatore
Ireview the documents and file them in my father’s safe, positive he’ll check them when he gets in. He is a businessman, after all. A soon-to-be-marriedbusinessman.
All the years of friendship with Milana, I never imagined her getting married. Then again, it isn’t like I imagined we would ever be married. She was just this constant in my life until my mom died. Then, I pushed her away. Perhaps things would be different if I hadn’t.
I glance over at the photograph of my mother on my father’s bookshelf. Funny how he’s always had that picture there, even while he fucked other women in this room.
Will he do the same to Milana? Pretend to adore her while his attention is focused elsewhere?
“Damn it, Milana, why didn’t you stay gone?” I mumble to myself and stand, getting ready to head to my place. The two of them can celebrate their upcoming nuptials without me.
“Going somewhere?” my father asks when I open the door. I wasn’t hasty enough in my departure to miss them.
“Yes. Everything has been handled. The documents are in the safe.”
“Good. Stay for dinner. We need to celebrate.”
I shake my head. “I’m good. Not feeling well.”
It isn’t exactly a lie. Seeing the two of them together churns my stomach. He opens his mouth to protest, but his phone rings. Without excusing himself, he walks inside, leaving Milana outside with me. My father’s driver is getting her bags out of the trunk.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, stopping right in front of me.
“Like what?”
“You know precisely what I mean, Salvatore.”
I resist the urge to reach out and touch her. To feel her soft skin on my fingertips.
“Like I’ve felt your tight cunt gripping my cock? Like I’ve heard you groan my name? Like I’ve jacked off to thoughts of you?”
She lets out a slight gasp. “Yes. Exactly like that. You don’t get to look at me like that.”
