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I clutched the glass and finished the drink. “Where were you?”
“I didn’t leave the hotel.” The warmth of her body seeped into my back.
“That wasn’t what I asked you.” I’d bled my anger out on Orlando. With Allegra, I waited for the knife to sink deep.
She released me and stepped back into the suite. “I stopped into the boutique.”
I turned and stalked closer to her. She took another step back. Her eyes were wild. A slight tremble quivered in her lips. She didn’t need to speak for me to see her thoughts in the worry of her brow and the tension in her jaw. Grabbing her elbows, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Just the boutique?” I asked as I loosened my tie and ripped it from around my neck.
“I…I went down to the patio bar.” She edged around the truth. But once again, her eyes told me everything.
“Did you have a drink?”
“No.” She stared, her eyes wide with fright. Mine narrowed with unabashed hostility. One more question.
“Why did you go alone?”
I stepped closer. She dropped her arms and stared into my eyes. The silence stretched. I waited. The tension became a suffocating shroud between us.
“I was safe.”
I threw the glass against the wall. “Who is he?” I roared. “Give me a fucking name.”
“It’s not what you think.”
I towered over her and put my face closer to her. “The only thing I need from you is his name.”
Her shoulders stiffened. “Marco, please.”
I paced across the room and raked my hands over my head. “Do you know what I do to my enemies?”
“I’m not your enemy.” She walked to the couch, and I noticed she wasn’t wearing her boot. More lies. Was she even hurt?
The elevator opened. I glared at Allegra as Ant strode into the room.
“Nothing. We searched for him in the hotel bars as well. The front desk didn’t get a name. He’s not a guest in the hotel.”
Allegra launched to her feet. “Don’t—”
I stood over her. “Did you have something to say?”
She lowered onto the couch and spun her wedding ring on her finger.
“A little too late to remember your vows.”
“I haven’t forgotten them,” she said.
“Then give me his name.”
Ant sat in the chair across from her. “You should tell him everything,” he said, crossing one ankle over the other knee.
“I don’t have anything to tell you.” Her voice cracked on the words. “I’m sorry, Marco. You have to trust me.”
“Do you think I’m so charmed by your pussy that I won’t care that you allow another man to touch you?” My voice rose, and the words became clipped as fire bloomed in my gut. “I heard him profess his love for my wife!”
“How?” she whispered. “Were you there?”
