then—when I finally give in to you—you turn me down. All because you think I don’t want it.”
“But you don’t want it.” His no-nonsense frown was the last straw.
“How the hell can you say that you know what I want? Why don’t you stop fart-arsing around and fuck me!” I couldn’t believe I was begging him. How the tables had turned.
“Fart-arsing?” His smile curved up in so much amusement that it had me doing the same.
“Yes, you’re fart-arsing.” Again, I was completely calm after just shouting at him.
“You’re an exceptional woman, Clara Murphy.” I looked into his sincere eyes and nearly melted again. “See now, that look I can believe. You’ll get there in the end.” With that, he turned the handle and stepped out the door. “I’ll bring Mia up to see you now.”
As quick as a flash, he was out the door, leaving me sighing my frustration on the bed. Why did he have to be so infuriating and oh so fucking handsome at the same time? He could charm me, frustrate me, bewilder me, and entrance me all at the same time. How on earth had that happened?
No sooner had I begun to wrap that thought around my head then it was interrupted by a knock sounding at my door. I was so excited I practically sprinted to it. “Mia!” I screamed as I opened the door.
“Clara! Oh my God! Are you okay?”
I looked for any signs of distress, but she seemed calm.
“You have ten minutes.” I looked over to the door and found Alessandro hovering in the doorway. I liked Alessandro, but I wasn’t too keen on his tone of voice. My face depicted as much. He winced slightly from my glare, gave an apologetic glance, and was out the door.
I immediately turned my attention back to Mia. “I’m fine. I’ve been more worried about you and the girls.”
She sighed a little. “I must admit, when I came back from that appointment I thought the cops had finally foiled us. I couldn’t believe it when Mr. Belatoni appeared and asked me if I knew where the girls were.”
I bit my lip. “They’re at the lodge.”
“Yes, I know.” Her look was mischievous, causing my suspicions to rise.
Mia dug in her pocket and pulled out a small walkie-talkie. “Mia, no. You shouldn’t have done that. What if they catch you with it?”
“It’s fine.” She looked over to the door and then back at me. “I’ve spoken to Belinda, and she said everyone is okay. They’re all going ballistic over you, though. They all want to know you’re safe.”
I smiled so she would know I was okay. “I’ve been fine. Despite Luca’s heavy-handed manner with my home, he’s been good to me.”
She looked down at my mouth and winced. “Not if he did that to your lip.”
I shook my head. “He didn’t do it. The guy who did wished he never had, though. I’ve found out rather quickly that Luca doesn’t take too kindly to men hitting women.”
Mia quickly looked at the door again. “What are his plans?”
I sighed. “To take over my business.” I looked away and sighed again. “To take me.”
Her head snapped to me quickly. “What?”
“I’m to stay in here until I give into him.”
“Give into him?” She frowned a little. “He can’t do that.”
“Oh, he can … and he will.”
She started looking panicked. “But that’s … that’s almost like rape. He can’t force you to have sex with him.”
I looked away sheepishly before replying. “You see, the thing is—I do want him, and he knows it.”
Mia’s eyes widened like saucers. “You’re fucking shitting me?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t believe I was actually admitting this out loud. “I shit you not. I hate him, and I want to fuck his brains out all at the same fucked up time. Call me insane.”
Mia smirked. “I’ll call you human, as that’s exactly what you are. I’ve never heard you say that about anyone since I’ve known you. He must be special … and lucky.”
She winked at me and I smiled. “I don’t know why I’m smiling.
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