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“I apologise again. I hope this doesn’t affect our working relationship.”
"Our working relationship will be fineas long as you keep your eyes and hands off what's mine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to pay my fiancée a little visit. Gino will see you out.” I didn't wait for him to respond, I strode out of the VIP room, down the spiral staircase, and onto the crowded dance floor.
I spotted her immediately, her ponytail swishing down her back as she moved to the music. The thought of wrapping it around my fist while slamming into her tight pussytauntedme as my cock strained against the constraints of my jeans. I was mesmerised by her for a moment, at the way she moved in sync with every beat of the DJ's mix, the way her hands glided seductively all over her body, and how the dim lights illuminated her skin. I snapped out of whatever trance she had me in and remembered she was nothing more than a business arrangement to me.
I strode over to her, my steps doubling in size as I did. Once I was close enough, her intoxicating scent, that sweet yet delicate perfume, filled my senses. I invaded her personal space as I gripped her waist. She froze for a second before spinning on her heel to giveme a mouthful. Her eyes spoke volumes; it was clear she wasn't expecting it to be mestanding behind her.
“Before you open that pretty little mouth of yours, remember who you’re speaking to.” I smirked as my fingers accidentally brushed over her exposed skin.
“I know who I'm talking to, a grade A arsehole." She spat as she tried to turn back to face her friends, but of courseI wouldn't allow her to. "Get your fucking hands off of me!" Oh, she was livid, and I thrived off ofit. Knowing I could easily rile her up made my night.
“My hands will remain exactly where they are. Come with me.” She had no choice.
“I’m going nowhere with you.” Her piercing blue eyes narrowed as she clenched her fists.
"It's cute that you think you have a choice." I immediately removedmy hands off her and flung her over my shoulder in one swift movement.
I didn't hesitate as her friends shouted her name over the music; instead, I tightly heldher legs against my chest, her fists hammering into my back. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt a little. We made it through the sea of people, who were too preoccupied to care what I was doing. I raced up the staircase towards the VIP room.
“Listen here, you big brute! Put me down or I’ll—” Since she was still upside down, her voice was strained.
“You’ll what? Call Daddy Dearest and tattle on me?” I cut her off with a chuckle before setting her down, and for some inexplicable reason, I steadied her, so she didn't break her neck in those damn heels. “What are you doing here, Anastacia?” I dipped my head just enough for the warmth of her cranberry, vodka-infused breath to brush against my lips.
"How is that any of your business?" She never backed down; she had an answer for everything.
"I'm guessing your dear papa isn't aware you're here, ishe?" Maybe one taste of her would remind me I didn't need her.
“Wow, well done, you.” She giggled.
“Are you drunk?” I rubbed my temples as she giggled again, stirring something deep down inside of me. Something unknown, something I’d prefer to keep hidden.
“I might be, but what’s it to you, Ricci?” She rolled her eyes and swayed slightly to the music.
“It has everything to do with me considering without you being alive and well, I cannot take over as Don. So, for the next few months, I would prefer you to stay out of trouble.” I could tell she was barely paying attention; she was probably planning her next pain-in-the-ass remark.
“I think I’ll pass on that request, because that’s what it is, a request from an uptight arsehole.”
“Right, that’s it. I’m taking you home.” I took her hand in mine and led her towardsthe door.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you! Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone?!” She snatched her hand away which infuriated me.
“Anastacia, I’m not playing games! It will be a hell of a lot easier if you comply and stop digging your damn heels in!” But she didn’t. She carried on stalking back towards the booth where Rox and I had sat earlier.
“Fuck’s sake!” I caught up to her in two strides and flung her over my shoulder onceagain as if she werea rag doll.
"If you don't put me down, Lorenzo, I promise I'll slit your throat in your sleep once we're married." She almost screamed as her head dangled down my back.
“I look forward to the challenge, darling.” I laughed as I met Gino waiting with the car.
“Lorenzo?” He raised his brow, as a questionable look appeared Gino’s face. He had been one of my best friends since I could remember. We were similar but also very different.
“Meet my fiancée who’s slightly intoxicated and very fucking irritating.” I rolled my eyes as Gino let out a throaty laugh. Anastacia continued to pound my back, and for someone so dainty, she could pack a punch. “I need to get her home and question her father as to why she’s able to sneak out at all hours.” I carefully placed her in the backseat, even though I could have simply thrown her inside, but I wasn't as heartless as I thought.
“Front or back?” Gino asked.
“I’d better watch her in the back. I can’t have her puking all over my brand-new interior.” I slid in the back beside her.
“Put your belt on,” I ordered as I clicked mine into its holder.
