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She narrows her eyes. “I went to see Fatima. It looks like there is a five-year expiration on this marriage, Giovanni.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. And don’t call me Giovanni.”
I chance a doorknob to my right and push her inside. It’s a service closet, dimly lit. I shut the door and pivot Mila, pinning her again between me and the door.
“Isn’t Giovanni your name?” she spits.
My erection digs into her belly, and fuck, I’m losing control here. This woman strips me of all my sanity.
“What’s your fucking problem, Mila?” I shouldn’t have waited for her. It was a mistake. Now I either fuck her or I walk with a boner for the rest of the day. Pissed at her and myself. At the world. Perhaps fire a few people, the casualties of this fucked-up impasse we’ve orchestrated.
“Oh, I’ll ask Lydia to give you a list. It’s too long, and I’m sure you have somewhere to be. A business trip you don’t care to tell me about?” Is that what’s up her ass?
“I didn’t know I’d be leaving. Lydia told you, didn’t she?”
“Don’t put this on Lydia. A text message would have been a normal way to communicate. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can’t have normal.” She mocks me. For someone who practically cannot move, she has some gumption. Another sexy quality I hate her for. But she has a point.
“Next time I’ll text you.”
She blinks a few times, like she didn’t expect me to accept a decent communication flow between us. I chuckle. “Anything else you’d like to get off your chest?”
If her eyes were lasers, I’d be dead already. She’s been shooting them at me since I accosted her.
“You put a nice price on five years of my life.” Her voice falters a bit.
Seriously, she’s really going to blame me for protecting myself. Her? A woman who laid her conditions clearly.
“Don’t forget, darling, I’m paying for your sister’s life, your nephew’s education, and your career.” I pinch her chin between my finger and thumb, barely holding myself back. Why do I have to be so attracted to her? “Just. As. You. Wanted.” I move my hips with every word, poking her with my cock.
I kick her feet farther apart, half expecting her to knee me. God, I want to kiss her. I want to do things to her.
I want to punish her for tainting things between us. I want to reward her for being herself at the same time. I need to warn her to run.
I’m about to step back when she grabs my dick and with her other hand pulls me to her lips. Our teeth crash against each other. I growl and fist her hair again, making sure I can get as deep as possible, invading her with my tongue.
Mila moans into my mouth and my cock hardens more, if that’s even possible. The kiss is full of my anger and frustration, and she takes it all. And gives me more.
“It feels like you missed me, fiancé.” She pants, and I bite her hard. She gasps, but it turns into a moan quickly. The sound robs me of all reservations.
I find the hem of that wanton dress and trail up the silk of her thighs to her sex. I cup her roughly. “Hm, Princess, it seems like you’re equally desperate for me. Some things have stayed the same.”
Our eyes meet, a silent duel.
“Many things stayed the same, you idiot.” She fidgets with my belt buckle, and before I process her words, she unzips me and frees my cock.
My chest heaves with resentment and lust. I seize her lips again, and then take her, all against the door of a dingy closet.
This woman who deserves a palace.
I fuck that thought out of my mind. Taking everything I can get from her, which is not enough.
* * *
“You can try that loophole, but sometimes you just have to cut your losses.” Conrad shrugs.
The shopping and entertainment center development in Singapore has been driving me crazy. After a series of meetings that led nowhere, I decided to visit Conrad, who is anchored somewhere in the Mediterranean sea.
“You might be onto something.” I drag my hand down my face. “This deal is sucking the life out of me. I’m trying to be on three continents at the same time, and it’s never enough. There is always a fucker who delays shit, and things topple like a house of cards.”
