Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Axel watched her before he looked at Scarlett again. “Did I mention how much I like her?”
Scarlett chuckled before she took the seat across from Axel.
Astrid made her way to the chair across from me, the dress hugging the small of her back, her thighs toned, everything about her sexy. She sat in the chair and placed her clutch at the end of the table. Her tits were perfect, like a prized painting from one of the greats. She crossed her legs, looked down at the menu, and then lifted her chin to look at me.
I met her stare and didn’t look down.
Axel had no shame. He looked at his menu, up at Scarlett’s tits, back at the menu…back and forth…like he didn’t know whether he cared more about dinner or a rack he’d seen hundreds of times.
Astrid grabbed her menu and looked down at the entrees.
My eyes stayed on her face, appreciating her sharp cheekbones, the way her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the candlelight. The dark makeup around her eyes gave them a smoky look, which matched the rest of the smoke show.
The waitress came to the table, and Axel ordered drinks for the two of them.
“I’ll take a scotch.” I looked at Astrid. “Would you like some wine?” I hadn’t gone out to a restaurant with her in a long time. It felt foreign but familiar at the same time.
“Sure,” she said.
“She’ll take the Bordeaux.”
The waitress left.
I looked down at my menu and felt Astrid’s stare. I recognized it because it felt the same as it had all the times she’d stared at me before. Every stare was like a signature. It couldn’t be forged. I set the menu aside.
“Lasagna?” she asked.
I had been planning to get the chicken marsala, but the playful question gave me a change of heart. “Yes. What about you?”
“I don’t know…”
“You better not get the salad.”
She smiled at my taunt. “I’m too hungry for a salad.”
“I’m getting the lasagna too,” Axel said. “What about you, baby?”
“Eggplant parmigiana sounds pretty good,” Scarlett said.
“That does sound good,” Astrid said. “I think I’m going to get that.”
The waitress brought the drinks, and then Axel ordered for the two of them.
I did the same.
The waitress left with the menus, and we were on our own.
Astrid tucked her hair behind her ear before she sipped her wine. The length of her hair had blocked most of her neck a moment before, but now it was on display, elegant and smooth, a gold necklace around her throat. Her eyes flicked up to mine.
I couldn’t stop staring. I didn’t want to stop staring. She was the most beautiful woman I’d seen in a very long time. The whores who’d warmed my bed in her absence had just been a means to an end. They’d been there to make me forget who I really wanted—and they’d done a shitty job.
Conversation didn’t replace our stares. The intensity between us grew the longer it continued. My longing burst from my chest the moment it was allowed. I could have had her the moment she’d set foot in my house, but my sour mood and apprehension had put up gates higher than the Eiffel Tower. But now, those gates had started to come down.
Her eyes would flick away when my stare became too much, but they would always come back.
“You think I should bring my parents something since they’re watching the kids?” Axel asked Scarlett across the table.
“Up to you,” she said. “But I’m sure Aldo made them something.”
I looked at Axel. “Your parents are watching the kids?”
“Yep,” Axel said. “Hope they do a better job with them than they did with me.”
“They did a great job with you, babe.” Scarlett grabbed a slice of bread from the basket in the center and dabbed a piece into a pool of olive oil on her plate.
“You think so?” Axel asked. “Because I talked about getting a blow job not ten minutes ago.”
She smirked as she ripped off another piece of bread. “A blow job from your wife.”
Axel leaned toward me and lowered his voice. “I love it when she calls me babe. It usually means she’s DTF.”
“What was that?” Scarlett asked.
“Nothing,” Axel said quickly. “Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?”
“No,” Scarlett said. “You said you wanted to stick your dick in every hole that I have.”
Astrid turned bright red and chuckled into her glass.
“Pretty much the same thing,” Axel said.
Scarlett gave him a playful smirk across the table.
I’d never gone on a double date with them before. The only time I’d had dinner with them out of the house was when Axel and I had ambushed her and Dante. And a couple times after they were married. But I’d never had a woman with me during those times.
“How do you and Theo know each other?” Astrid said. “Theo has never told me.”