AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Bella? What happened here?”
“How could you? How could you?”
Reinvigorated by rage, she beat against his broad chest. Drake closed his palms around her fists to halt her movements.
“What are you talking about?”
“The files, Drake! I read them all. How could you keep a file on me? You lied to me! You used me.” Her voice cracked. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
“Stop, Alessandra.”
But she didn’t hear a word he said. “All you’ve done is lie to me. All you’ve done is use me!”
Tears flooded her flushed cheeks as she sagged against him. She whined pitifully. Her state was distressing. His fury at seeing the destroyed room was instantly replaced with concern.
The room could be rebuilt with a better fucking lock. The broken furniture could be replaced. Alessandra was his only concern.
“Calm down, dolcezza. You’re talking in circles.”
She pushed away from him. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.”
She picked a book from the mess and chucked it at Drake. He barely managed to dodge it as the pages fluttered near his ear. It crashed against the wall behind him, falling to the floor with a thud.
“Why? Why did you do this to me?” she sobbed. “You don’t love me. You never did. I’m such an idiot.”
Drake watched her wearily. His heart tore wide open at her sorrow. At one point, he had hated her and wanted to break her. But seeing her devastation was something he couldn’t live with—something he would never forgive himself for.
“You said our relationship would never go beyond physical gratification. I thought if I were a good wife, you’d see me as more. I was a damn fool for believing you when you said you loved me.”
“Bella, stop. Please let me explain.”
“No one loves me. Not Luca, not my father, nor my brother. I see it all now. Who am I? I’m not Alessandra Russo or Mrs. Drake Walker. It hurts so bad, Drake. Make the pain stop.”
Alessandra’s emeralds were shiny with tears but dulled with heartbreak as she babbled self-degrading nonsense. Drake approached her slowly like a wounded animal. slowly She teetered on the edge, and it was up to him to pull her back.
“Alessandra, stop! You’re scaring me.”
Drake lunged to grab Alessandra as she crumpled to the floor.
***
Chapter Eighteen
Grant Ellis stood in his downtown loft smoking a stogie while his other hand was fisted in the hair of the raven-haired beauty on her knees with his cock in her mouth.
“That’s it, be a good little slut and suck me deeper.” His gravelly voice urged her on. She obeyed enthusiastically like the sweet treat she was.
Grant’s phone trilled from its place on his nightstand. He pulled his cigar from his lips when his date hesitated and looked up at him from her place of submission.
“No one told you to stop.”
As soon as the phone went silent, it rang again, making it harder to ignore. She let him go with a wet pop.
“Do you need to answer that?” she asked, hoarsely.
He wanted to grab her by the hair and command her to return to servicing him. When the phone rang a third time, he swore.
“You should go,” Grant said. “Leave your number if you’d like, and we can go out again.”
