Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
He doesn’t move, doesn’t even look at me. It’s Nite, standing there like a fucking statue. “Get the fuck out!” I scream.
He ignores me like he always has. Huffing, I storm over to the door and yank it open. I run up the stairs and into Luca’s bedroom. I hear water running in the bathroom, and I yank it open. He stands at one of the sinks, bent over, his hands splashing his face with water.
He straightens, gripping the towel and yanking it off the hanger next to him, and wipes his face. His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “What do you want, Haven?” he asks with a growl.
My jaw tightens. “I want you to get Nite out of my fucking room.”
“No.”
“No?” I gasp. “Is this a joke?”
He turns to face me, and I stand my ground as his eyes bore into mine. “This is very real, Haven. Nite will accompany you at all times from now on.”
“Luca …”
“And no more morning runs.”
“You can’t be serious?” I growl. He’s going to make me a prisoner. His plaything that will only be meant to satisfy him in the bedroom. The other ninety-five percent of the time, he will run around on me with whoever he pleases whenever he wants. We’re going to be just like his parents.
He shoulders past me and back into his bedroom but doesn’t answer me.
“Luca?” I snap as he enters his walk-in closet.
He stands with his back to me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. He removes a black button-down from a hanger and shrugs it on.
“I’m talking to you,” I seethe.
He removes a pair of black slacks from another hanger and goes to step into them.
I yank them from his hands. “Listen to me.”
“I don’t listen to nonsense,” he says calmly and takes the slacks back before sliding them on.
I stand before him stunned. My heart pounding with anger and my jaw tight. I watch him tuck his shirt in and then button them up along with the zipper. And I wonder what he’s doing. Where he’s going. I had only gone for a thirty-minute run, and he wasn’t here when I left. I checked like the sorry piece of shit woman I am. A million different scenarios went through my mind. All of them involved a woman and him in bed together.
“Leaving already?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. He wants me to be his wife? I can be the most annoying, intrusive, demanding wife possible. He’ll want to pay someone to take me off his hands.
He looks up at me. His brows creases at my question. After a long beat, he answers. “I have work to do.”
Cryptic. No surprise there. “Work or someone?”
The corners of his lips turn up, and my breath hitches. Why did I ask that?
He takes the five steps, closing the short distance between us. Reaching up, he pushes my wet hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. “Are you jealous, Haven?”
I snort at the question, but my heart is now racing because it’s true. The thought of him with other women has haunted me ever since he left me for Italy. Now he’s going to openly do it in front of me. “No.”
“Liar.” He wraps his arm around my towel, pulling me to him. His other tangles in my wet hair. “I’ll tell you what.” He lowers his lips to my ear, and I hold my breath. “How about you fall to your knees and suck my dick to try to keep me faithful?”
I try to pull back, but he keeps me captive. “You son of a—”
“You remember how I like it?” he interrupts me, his hand yanking my head back and forcing me to look up at him with tears in my eyes. I refuse to let them fall. Letting go of my waist, he runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes boring into mine. I see the amusement in his. He’s enjoying this, and it’s breaking my heart. “You were always so good at opening that mouth for me when I wanted it.”
My hands fist his freshly pressed button-down, hoping I wrinkle the fuck out of it. “You’re not the only one I got on my knees for,” I say, hoping to fucking shatter any thoughts he has of me. I want this fucker to hate me as much as I hate him. Even if I have to lie.
His face grows as hard as stone, and his eyes narrow on me. I can feel his body stiffen as he holds me tighter. Closer. I don’t dare move. Or breathe. We glare at one another. I wait to see what he does next because I know he contemplates snapping my neck.
Thankfully, the door opens, and he shoves me away. I look up to see Nite enter the massive walk-in closet. He holds out his right hand to Luca.