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… bliss?
I feel another tear glide down my face, and I’m not sure if it’s from the pain anymore or something else.
I hear him grunt, and when he does, he pulls out of me. My legs snap closed, and I feel his loss straight away, my heart pounding from the exchange. I hear his footsteps as he walks away and then the sound of running water. I don’t move from the bed, unsure what to do next. Then I hear him come back, and something warm brushes between my legs, and I realize he’s cleaning me.
Once he’s done, I hear the door open and then close.
And I’m left lying on the bed.
Alone.
A few minutes later, a knock sounds.
I sit up and snap my legs closed. “Come in,” I call out.
I hear the creak of the door.
“You can take the blindfold off,” the woman says. I remove the silk as she steps closer, hands me a check, and smiles. “Pleasure doing business with you, Honey Ricci.” She smiles and leaves. I look down and see the sheet beneath me has blood stains. And the cloth that was used to clean me is on the floor, also smeared with blood.
It’s done.
I am no longer a virgin.
And I have no idea who I gave my virginity to.
CHAPTER 24
Honey
As I sit in my sister’s kitchen, Marco sits across from me, and Rya mediates between us. I can’t even meet his gaze. With everything that happened last night, this is a sudden, hard slap of reality. I was thinking clearly about my decision at the time, but even I admit that putting something in Marco’s drink might have been extreme.
That and I have a weird lump in my throat.
I still haven’t been able to process last night. I stayed awake for most of the night, my mind crossing wires on many possibilities of who the winning bidder could have been.Was it the famous judge?I mean, if it were him, he wasn’t bad to look at, so I suppose that’s okay. But what if it were someone I wouldn’t look at twice on the street?
I take a harsh swallow as Marco sits there expectantly. The maid brewed us all a mug of coffee earlier. The only one who has taken a sip is Rya. It’s her day off, and I’msure this is not how she’d planned to spend it. But Crue isn’t here, so at least I know I’m not stealing her away from him for too long. Lord forbid.
Rya clears her throat. “I think perhaps you should start with an apology, Honey.”
Obviously.
My gaze darts up to Marco and quickly falls back to my hands, where they clench my dress. He’s so pissed but hurt as well. It’s the worst combination. Of course, I feel guilty, but it was the only thing I could think of to ensure he wouldn’t track me down. Marco is a well-trained hound.
I clear my throat. I want to grab my coffee, but my hands are too shaky. I’ve stood up to many people in the past, but Marco is basically family, so it’s different.
“Honey,” Marco starts. “I need a very clear explanation.”
I let out a shaky breath and want to burst into tears. Most likely a mix of still trying to process last night and now the consequences of my decisions.
I don’t have any regrets.
I just feel really shitty.
I shoot a glance at Rya, who is casually blowing on her coffee to cool it down.
I roll back my shoulders. “I just…” The words fall short, and then I pin him with a stare. “Marco, I don’t want you here anymore,” I blurt. The hurt that overtakes his expression is immediate, so I quickly add, “And I don’t mean it like that.”
I sigh. “It’s just… I want to be by myself, truly by myself, for a while. I don’t want to be followed. I feel like I’m still being treated like a child. And it weighs on me that you had to leave your family back in Italy.”
