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I grip my heels and stop at the door he closed behind them. Without bothering to knock, I open the door and quietly slip into a billiards room. I clench my hand tighter around my heels as bile seeps up my throat.
Benny is across the room, standing in front of the massive pool table, with his black slacks dropped to his ankles. His arms are settled behind him, palms flat against the edge of the pool table, with the blonde slumped on her knees at his feet.
A low groan leaves him when she strokes his dick, lowers her head, and deep-throats him. As if he can sense me, Benny turns his head and fixes his stare on me. The woman doesn’t even notice my presence.
I’m reminded of his words—his threat—at the gala.
“I’ll make you watch another woman drop to her knees, deep-throat my cock, and moan around my dick. You’ll stand there, watching her pleasure me while wishing it were you instead.”
I didn’t think the asshole would actually follow through with his warning.
To further provoke me, Benny slips his hand through her hair and pushes it behind her shoulder. The move provides me with a better view of her sucking my fiancé off.
My head spins as I run through different scenarios.
There are four reactions someone in my position could have:
Cry.
Scream at him and create a scene.
Charge across the room, snatch a pool ball and hurl it at his head—preferably the one between his legs.
Play his game right back.
Unfortunately for my future hubby, playing games is one of my favorite hobbies.
He moans loudly and hisses, “Yes, just like that,” before rewarding her with a soft caress to her cheek.
I’m unsure whether she knows she’s being watched, and just as I’m about to say something, the perfect plan forms. My blood runs hot as I turn and rush out of the room.
On a mission, I toss my heels into a corner and strut back into the mansion’s foyer, not caring that I’m barefoot. I scan the crowd of guests, clad in their best formalwear. Most of them have rap sheets longer than college textbooks, are crooked multimillionaires, or are women married to one of the two. The guest list was weeded through three times, so my options are limited. Finding a man willing to hook up with the bride-to-be at her engagement party won’t be easy, but I love a good challenge.
My gaze glosses over my father and Cristian speaking and past Gigi chatting with Natalia before landing on the perfect pawn.
Alden Barclay.
The son of a wealthy hedge fund manager my father does business with. We share a mutual hate for my fiancé. Benny banned Alden from his club, and word is, Alden is pissed.
Tugging down the hem of my dress to enhance my cleavage, I stalk toward him. This is a dangerous idea, but my need for revenge outweighs my common sense.
I stop in front of Alden and steal his champagne flute. He stares at me in confusion when I run my tongue along the rim and finish his drink in one swig. As the liquor trickles down my throat, I slide in closer.
I clutch Alden’s tie, yank him forward, and brush my lips against his ear. “You. Me. Billiards room.”
Alden rears his head back. “What?”
“Come on.” I nudge him with my elbow. “What better way to get revenge on Benny Marchetti than to hook up with his future wife?”
Alden runs a hand through his brown curls. There’s slight mistrust in his blue eyes. Not that I blame him. Us Cavallaros aren’t known for our ethics. Throw in the Marchettis, and you’re just begging for trouble.
I wait for Alden to determine the fate of my night. My grin matches that of Benny’s in the billiards room when Alden jerks his head toward the hallway. I hope no one sees us as he follows me.
“I didn’t expect this to happen tonight,” Alden says.
The billiards room door is still unlocked, and I lead Alden inside before shutting it. Blondie remains on her knees with Benny’s cock lodged down her throat.
“Fuck, I’m about to—” Benny rasps, ramming his hips forward and throwing his head back.
