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“You can’t leave me hanging.”
Chiara bites her lip and says, “We fuck. Angry fuck, mostly.”
I rest my elbow on the table, urging her with a wave of my palm, and she adds, “He’s all consuming, and I can’t—”
Our moment is interrupted when the guys come over with the food. She was about to open up a bit. I huff and cut into the meat,hoping we’d continue the conversation after dinner, but no such luck.
It’s as if her semi-confession dampened her mood because she jumps up and Cato says, “Eat.”
“You’re not my fucking boss,” she yells, and he surges to his feet and towers over her.
“Fucking eat. You can throw a tantrum afterward.”
She grabs the steak and slaps it onto his mouth. I can only watch while Cameron doubles over with laughter. Even my husband has trouble keeping his amusement at bay.
Chiara storms away. After Cato dabs a napkin at the corners of his mouth, he stomps right after her. I get to my feet. I can’t leave her alone with him when he’s this angry, but Kieran grabs my hand and shakes his head.
“No.”
“No, no. I am going.”
He pulls me to him and I end up in his lap, and his lips trail down my neck. He’s trying to distract me.
I give in, already smiling at what’s to come. My brother watches our interaction and when his phone rings, he picks it up and informs us there’s an emergency at the office before leaving.
Kieran relaxes under me as I cup his dick over his pants, rubbing his hardness. His eyes are half slits, enjoying my touch, and I take this chance to bolt. Not more than a nanosecond later, he comes after me. Adrenaline and excitement cram together in my stomach.
I should be checking on Chiara, but it’s hard with him distracting me. Something is definitely wrong with me.
He snatches my elbow, turning me to him, and I crash into his chest.
“Trust me. Cato would never lay a hand on a woman, especially his wife.”
I nod, wholeheartedly believing him. He kisses the side of my head and we return to our seats. “I still worry about her.”
“Cato has never hurt a woman, and he won’t start with Chiara, even though she drives him mad.”
“Why are you so sure?”
“Because we’re alike. Only weak, pathetic, useless men hit or take a woman by force. And, sweetheart, none of us are such men.”
With my elbows on the table, I place my cheeks in my palms, batting my eyelashes at him. “What kind of man are you?”
He sends me a flirtatious grin. “The one who’s totally mad for his wife.”
“When you say things like that—”
“Are you wet?” I slap him playfully on his arm, and he bites my lip. “Why am I asking when I know the answer?”
From the corner of my eyes, I see Cato approaching, his fingers raking through his hair.
Kieran kisses me and he adds, “I won’t be long. I love you.”
I love you too.
I’ll tell him, right when we’re back in our bed, where it all started. Stepping inside the house, I call Chiara’s name. Up the stairs I go, still calling her name, but there’s no answer. Worry ignites in me. I knock on the door. When she still doesn’t answer, I tiptoe inside and find her curled up on the bed.
“Chiara?”
