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“After everything you said to me—and now you just jump at his command? Fuck, Giselle. I just—fuck. I just can’t.”
And with that, he rounded the bed and stormed out of the bedroom door.
7
Giselle
“Wow. I guess you know what Carlo will look like in a hundred years,” Eve said as she sipped on her glass of wine. Her eyes were glued to the scene happening in front of us.
I giggled softly so no one would hear. “You’re awful. I doubt Marcello is quite that old.” To me, he actually looked better than the night of the gala. It might be because he didn’t have his oxygen tubes up his nose.
I guess he didn’t need them all the time.
Yet.
Her eyebrows rose but she didn’t look at me. “I wouldn’t be so sure, honey.” She drank half her glass and turned to me. “That doesn’t concern me as much as Dani’s instant love and devotion for large, scary men.”
This time, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. My hand fell onto Eve’s arm. “I noticed that, too. It must be genetic.”
We had a long laugh after that.
Dani sat on Marcello’s lap. He was reading her a story about bunnies. The book was in Italian—but Dani didn’t mind one bit. She sat there, mesmerized by every word he said and every page he turned.
I only half-listened to him, but from what I heard, it was about a grandfather bunny taking his granddaughter bunny out for a fun day.
It was pretty cute.
I knew Dani likely didn’t understand even one word. I’d explain it to her in English later on when it was just the two of us.
Maybe I’d even read it to her in Italian.
Only if we were not within earshot of anyone else, though.
Eve leaned over to me and whispered, “Is he talking to you yet?” She inconspicuously pointed at Stefan with her pinkie finger.
I bit my lip and took a long sip of grape juice from my wine glass. “As little as possible.”
Eve sighed and finished her wine. “I’m going to try to speak to him again. I’ll get through that thick skull of his, eventually.”
Eve was hopeful.
I wasn’t.
Stefan hadn’t slept in our bed for two nights in a row. At first, Carlo even hunted him down and told him to join us. I told Stefan I wanted him back in bed with us. I didn’t have a problem using a condom.
But apparently, Stefan did.
Or maybe there was something else going on that he didn’t want to talk about.
Things between all of us hadn’t been the same since Carlo had played his hand—and won the baby game.
Part of me thought Stefan’s ego had just taken a hit and that he’d lick his wounds and come back to us.
Another part of me wondered why the heck I was spending any time at all thinking about this situation.
I’d be gone, soon.
And the Sovrano brothers wouldn’t need to worry about who would knock me up first.
