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“I need to be away from you, Scarlett. Right fucking now.” He growls before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.
I sit there on my bed, staring at the closed door as tears threaten to spill. I feel confused and dejected, I feel like I repulsed him. No wonder Luis never did that for me. Maybe I really am awful in bed, awful to taste and to look at. Maybe that’s why he cheated on me for so long, why he barely even touched me. Maybe that’s why Nico just stormed out on me after giving me the most intense climax of my life. Because I am disgusting.
I wipe the unshed tears and get up from the bed. I walk to the door and lock it, grabbing the chair from my vanity and propping it under the door handle just in case he tries to come back and fuck with my head some more.
I’ve had enough of the whiplash from him and my late husband's bullshit. Now, all I want to do is sleep and forget about the lonely tragedy that is my new reality.
ChapterThirteen
Nico
It’s been three days since I licked Scarlett’s sweet pussy and I’ve nearly consumed four bottles of bourbon just to try and erase the memory of her.
She’s haunted me like the most delectable ghost, taking up residence in my mind and manipulating my thoughts like some sort of witch. I’ve been dwelling in the basement like a troll in order to steer clear of her. Because I know one look in her gray eyes or at that delectable body will have me sneaking right back into her bed and I fear that this time, I may never fucking leave.
I cannot be distracted by her, consumed by her. I have an entire business to worry about and right now there is a looming threat that it may be stolen right from under us, not only costing us our jobs and our homes, but our very lives as well. Not to mention, she is now my new business partner and also my best friend’s fucking widow.
I dress in a fresh Armani suit today, tucking my gun into my trousers before I dab on some cologne and smooth my hair back. I look in the mirror and stare back at my reflection, the man on the other side looking powerful and confident, but I feel anything but. Right now and for the past three days, I feel annoyed. I feel agitated and pent up and as much as I want to blame it on the blue balls Scarlett gave me, I know it’s actually because of Lorenzo De Luca and the fact that Luis just had to get his dick wet with the enemy's daughter. Not only was he stupid enough to cheat on the firecracker that is Scarlett, but he was also dumb enough to do it with the enemy and then knock her up when he was done.
She was right the other day when she said I must be tired of cleaning up after him. I am tired. In fact, I’m fucking exhausted. If he wasn’t also stupid enough to get himself killed, I’d still be in Spain, sipping my authentic tequila while women threw themselves at my feet. Women that were definitely not Scarlett fucking Romero.
I leave the basement office and take the elevator up to the main floor of the mansion. When I step out into the foyer, I plan to grab my keys and leave, but a pair of voices coming from the adjacent room grabs my attention. I turn in the direction of the dining hall, peering over the corner and watching Antonio take a seat next to Scarlett and the dining room table. She’s wearing a dark blue, skintight dress today that stops at the ends of her shapely thighs. The same thighs that were pressing against my temples on her bed the other night while I licked her pussy until she came all over my tongue. The memory instantly hardens my cock, but still, I remain a shadow as I listen to their conversation.
“How are you holding up, Scar?” he asks, his voice etched with concern however, I know it’s only present because he wants to dive into her pussy and has wanted to for years.
“I’m tired today, but I have a lot of reports to file and a couple meetings with some potential buyers for a few of the properties Luis wanted to flip.” she says and my eyes narrow instantly.
She was going to make a crucial fucking business move without my presence, without my knowledge? She’s the goddamn accountant for christ sake!
Luis, I really fucking hate you for this.
I also hate him for the fact that he never took the time to please his own wife, to taste her sweet flesh. Because as soon as I did, she launched like a fucking rocket.
“Would you like me to go with you? We have enough staff at the store today.” Antonio offers, my agitation ratcheting even higher now.
She shakes her head at him, her long, auburn hair piled on the top of her head in an elegant bun. She’s wearing minimal makeup today, however her lips are painted siren red as usual. It’s the same lipstick I ate from her lips just days ago in the country club, just days ago when she was writhing against my body and mewling like a kitten.
Stop it, Nico. Focus.
“No, but thank you, Ant. I need to do this on my own.” she says, sighing as she shifts uncomfortably in her chair because Antonio keeps moving closer.
If he moves another inch, I’m ripping the seat out from under his stubby legs.
“You’re not wearing your wedding ring.” he says, a twinge of excitement in his tone.
Excitement that now has my fucking blood boiling for some stupid, unconceivable reason.
Scarlett stops then, her eyes locking with mine suddenly from where I stand in the doorway. She doesn’t move or make a sound, just flares her small nostrils and stares me down as she mutters her next words.
“No. Suddenly, it doesn’t feel right anymore.” She all but snarls, scooting her chair back before she stands, Antonio’s eyes traveling up her body as the rage inside me begins to seep out of my pores.
“Excuse me.” she says, marching away from him and straight to me.
She walks past me and into the foyer, turning her gaze away from me as she grabs her purse from the table and her keys, her dark blue heels clicking against the tile and echoing around us. When she yanks the front door open and marches outside, I immediately follow her. This rage needs somewhere to go and right now, she’s the perfect fucking outlet.
“Don’t follow me, Nico!” she shouts from over her shoulder as she nears her black Audi, my long strides catching up with her in a matter of seconds, my hand clamping around her bicep before I yank her to me.
“Why? Afraid I’ll stop you from making a decision that requires the both of us? Jesus, Scarlett, how stupid can you be? Luis just got fucking killed after going on a run that wasn’t heavily monitored. Have you no common sense-” I try to finish my sentence, but her hand it raising and ready to slap me before my own stops the sudden attack.
