The Sexy Enemy: A Fake Relationship Romance (Italian Nights Series Book 3)

28. Alessandro

“You know you don’t have to do all this?” I say, staring at all the food Natalia has ordered for poker night.

“When I’m the reason for there being no food, it’s the least I could do.” She smiles.

“Would you have done anything with Marco?” I ask her.

She stills what she’s doing and looks up at me. I can see her working out what she should say to me. “Maybe,” she answers honestly.

“Guess I did the right thing in firing him then.” I grin, popping a grape into my mouth.

She comes around the kitchen counter, wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me. “Like he could compare.”

A throat clears behind us and when we turn around, I see Nico, Rocco, and Val staring at the two of us like we’ve lost our minds.

“This is an interesting development?” Val grins.

“It certainly is?” Nico adds.

“You three snuck in quietly,” I tell them.

“Didn’t think we did, but you weren’t paying attention, understandably. Who would when Natalia Fiorenzo is standing in front of you,” Val says, giving me a knowing smirk.

“Val, would you stop teasing your cousin,” Natalia warns, then turns her attention back to me. “Go do your thing with the boys. I’ll get this ready for you.” Then she kisses my cheek and continues working in the kitchen.

“Come on, I think I’m going to need a drink,” I say, ushering the boys into the living room.

“What the fuck is going on?” Val asks as we take a seat.

“Nothing,” I answer, getting the tequila for us.

“Nothing? We walked in on the two of you playing happy families. There was no benefit to either of your causes,” Val adds.

“We know what cause,” Rocco mumbles.

I flip him off. “That’s my wife, dude,” I say as he rolls his eyes at me.

“Looks like things have changed between the two of you. Have they?” Nico asks.

I let out a sigh, I can’t lie to my boys, plus, I kind of need to talk about it as I’m up in my head. Last night we had so much fun at The Paradise Club, then this morning we spent it in bed, lazing around. She was reading while I was scrolling on my phone in comfortable silence, like a real married couple, and it was nice, especially since we spent the day before fucking.

“Guess you could say that,” I answer. My family stares at me in bewilderment.

“Didn’t think he was going to cop to it so easily.” Rocco chuckles.

“What does this mean?” Val asks.

I shrug. “Nothing, it means nothing. We both know it is what it is, and once this deal is done, we’re both going to go our separate ways.”

“Wait, what?” Val questions.

“You’re going to just let her go?” Nico asks.

“There’s nothing I can do. She’s a Fiorenzo and I’m a Conti,” I explain. The boys just stare at me. “What?” I ask them.

“What do you think you’re doing now? You’re a Conti and a Fiorenzo already together. That doesn’t make sense unless it’s a convenient excuse not to pursue anything,” Val states.

“An excuse? Any man would be lucky to have Natalia Fiorenzo by their side. Do you seriously think my father is going to put up with her being there? You think her family is going to welcome me with open arms to a family function? Think about it,” I yell at my cousin.

They sit there in silence as I hand them each a glass.

“My question is, if you take all that out, do you want this marriage to work?” Nico asks.

“I’m not going to wonder about what ifs, I can’t change the situation no matter how much I may want to,” I confess to them.

“You’re not even going to try?” Val pushes.

I shake my head. “She’s told me what she wants and it’s not happily ever after with me.” The boys don’t say anything to that. “Come on, let’s go lose some money,” I tell them.

We head back into the dining room where the poker table is set up and take our seats.

“Everything okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, all good,” I tell her, leaning over and kissing her cheek. She gives me a tiny frown but doesn’t push any further.

“Right, well everything is ready for you. I must run upstairs and get ready and then I’ll be out of your hair, okay,” she explains before disappearing.

Val gives me a look that tells me that the conversation from earlier isn’t over as I take my seat back at the table.

“Okay, let’s play,” I say, clapping my hands together.

We get through a couple of rounds before Natalia comes down the stairs. Val wolf whistles as she enters the room, making her blush. I send him a warning glare which makes him smirk right back at me.

“My car is here. Have fun,” she says, walking toward me. She’s dressed in a gorgeous silver body-fitting dress that hugs every inch of her gorgeous body, her tanned long legs are on display thanks to the hem that just covers her ass. Her chocolate hair is pulled up in a ponytail. She looks like a sexy robot. My sexy robot. Maybe we need to pause this poker game, and the boys need to crash girls’ night.

Standing up, I meet her halfway and place my hand on her hip. “You look good,” I whisper to her.

She gives me an approving smile as she places a hand on my chest. “Have fun,” she says before going to move away, but my fingers dig into her hip, holding her in place. She turns back and stares at me with surprise.

I don’t want to let her go. I’m kind of jealous, and I’m not familiar with this feeling. The only thing I can think of doing is cupping her face and kissing the ever-loving hell out of her, so I do. The hollers from my boys echo through the room which makes her laugh while I ignore them, knowing as soon as she leaves, they are going to rib me.

“What was that for?” she asks.

“Just a reminder of what is waiting at home for you,” I tell her.

Natalia raises a brow at me. “You jealous?”

“Yes,” I answer honestly, which surprises her.

“Don’t worry, I know what’s waiting for me,” she says, kissing me again. “See ya, boys, have fun,” she calls out to them before leaving.

“You’re so fucking pussy-whipped,” Nico says, bursting out laughing.

“Do you blame him? Did you see her?” Val adds.

“Seriously, we’re here to play poker not gossip like a group of Nonas,” Rocco states, showing his irritation over the conversation.

“Shut up, Rocco. This is more serious than poker,” Val says before turning around and looking at me. “Does she have hot friends?” my cousin asks. I shrug, I haven’t met any of her friends other than Dom. “Seriously, you have one job,” Val says, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

“Can we get back to poker, please? I don’t want to think about my wife out on a girls’ night dressed like that,” I confess to them.

Nico bursts out laughing, Val huffs, and Rocco rolls his eyes in annoyance at me.

An hour later, my phone beeps and I look down at it.

Elek Papps: I’m in town next week. I just heard about your wedding to Natalia Fiorenzo. We need to catch up to celebrate.

Alessandro: Sounds great. Let me know when you’re free.

Elek Papps: Will do and bring your wife, too.

“Never going to guess who that was?” I tell the boys.

“Who?” Nico questions.

“Elek Papps, owner of The Emerald Hotel Group. He’s in town next week and wants to catch up with me, he heard about the wedding.”

“You think that’s a good thing?” Val asks.

I shrug. “Sure as hell hope so.”

“Guessing your marriage might be over soon, then, sounds like he might be ready to make his choice,” Rocco states.

“Dude, that’s harsh,” Nico says, chastising his brother.

“What? It’s the truth, though,” Rocco says, defending himself.

“Not the time,” Nico states, but his brother shrugs and throws back his drink.

“Hope he’s made his decision so we can get this sale behind us,” I say, but a sense of dread settles over me. “Then my father can get off my back and I can prove that I’m not some incompetent fool like he thinks I am.”

“What happens if he goes with the Fiorenzos?” Val asks.

“Then I guess I’m moving in with Rome in New York because there is no way in hell my father is going to ever want me working with him ever again.”

Val frowns. “And where does that leave Natalia?”

“She gets to go back to her life,” I say, throwing back the rest of my tequila.

“And that’s what you truly want?” Val pushes.

“Yes. I want her to be happy.”

“And she’s not happy with you?” Nico asks.

“She looked pretty happy when she walked out the door earlier,” Val adds.

“There’s nothing more I can tell you. If the deal blows up in my face, then my father is going to make sure he runs me out of town. I’ll be a disgrace in his eyes.”

“Your father is a dick,” Rocco adds.

That he is.

“Honestly,I can’t believe you were able to sit here and play poker all night and not rush out that door to the club to keep an eye on Natalia,” my cousin states.

“She wouldn’t do anything stupid and jeopardize everything,” I tell him as I knock back the last of my scotch.

“He tracks her phone and knows the owner of the club so …” Nico grins, confessing my secrets to my cousin.

Asshole.

Val’s brows raise. “Oh, is that so?”

“For her safety,” I add.

“Right, safety.” Val chuckles, knocking back the rest of his drink. “Guess I’m going to love you and leave you then. Been a good night as per usual,” Val states, saying his farewell. Rocco decides to join him, but they don’t get very far as we hear laughter echoing through the home. Female laughter. Multiple females by the sounds of it.

“Oh,” Natalia says, wobbling into the bar area, she stills when she notices Val, Rocco, and Nico sitting with me.

“Wonder if he has good stuff in his bar?” A tall blonde asks before she, too, stops and two brunettes run into the back of her.

“Well, well, well, looks like you’ve had a good night then?” Val asks as he stares at Natalia’s beautiful friends.

“We did, thank you,” Natalia states.

“He’s cute,” one of the brunettes whispers to her friend, but I don’t think she realizes she’s not whispering.

“They’re all cute,” the brunette says back.

“You’re pretty cute, too,” Val says with a chuckle.

The two brunettes quickly cover their mouths with a hand, realizing that we heard their inner thoughts.

“These are my besties, Astria, Serafina, and Bianca,” Natalia says, introducing her girls to us. “And that’s Val, Rocco, Nico, and Alessandro,” she says, pointing to everyone in the room.

“Would you ladies like a drink?” Nico asks, and they all nod in agreement as they follow him over to the bar.

Natalia leaves her friends and, on wobbly heels, stalks toward me. Fuck, she is beautiful. I watch the sway of her hips as her tanned, toned, long legs eat up the distance between us, her tits bouncing as she strides closer to me. Wonder how drunk she is because I want nothing more than to kick everyone out and fuck her.

“You’re home early,” I ask her.

She shrugs as she continues to eat up the distance between us until the next thing I know, she straddles me on the couch and grinds herself against me.

Fuck.

“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper to her between clenched teeth.

“Nothing.” She grins, giving me a mischievous look.

I’m all for her being in my lap just not in front of my friends. “You do know we aren’t alone?”

Natalia bites her lip. “I thought you were into fucking in public.”

I almost swallow my tongue at her words. “Yeah, just not in front of my cousin and two best friends.”

She leans forward and her warm breath tickles my ear. “I need you inside of me, stat.”

My entire world stills. I look around the room, and thankfully, my boys are distracted by her beautiful friends. I pick her up as she wraps her legs around my waist and walk her through the living room, past the kitchen, and into my office. The light is off, but the lights from outside stream through the open curtains, illuminating the room enough that I don’t trip and fall. I kick the door shut behind me before placing her back down on her feet.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” I say as I stare down at her. Those bright blue doe eyes blink at me, rosy cheeks and plump red lips call me as I softly cup her face. “What are you doing to me?” I ask her again, this time it’s almost a whisper as something unfamiliar buzzes under my skin.

“The same thing you’re doing to me,” she answers quietly as if speaking those words into the world might curse whatever moment this is. Then her brows pull together. “Shit, I like you. Like actually like you,” she says, surprised by the thought as her legs wobble under the weight of her confession.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I like, like you too,” I say, pressing our foreheads together.

“Fuck it,” she curses as she presses her lips against mine and within seconds the kiss is frantic, manic as we both try to control the simmering feelings that seem to be building between us. “I need you to fuck me, like right now. I can’t wait, fuck foreplay,” she says practically clawing at my pants.

As if that isn’t the hottest thing.

I still her hands which makes her pout. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll fuck you. Now go and put your hands on my desk, so I can give my wife what she wants.” Natalia bites her lips and quickly does as she is told, placing her hands on my wooden desk and then spreading herself for me. As I get closer, I realize she is not wearing any underwear under her mini-dress.

“Did you go out without any underwear on?” I growl as I flip up the edge of her dress exposing her bare ass to me.

“Yes,” she pants, wiggling uncontrollably under my touch.

“How dare my wife leave the house like this without me.” I hiss as my hand grips her peachy ass spreading her for me. I”m so angry that she did it, yet incredibly turned on in the same breath. “Someone could have seen what is mine. I told you, Natalia, I won’t fucking share you,” I tell her as I slide my fingers between her slickened folds, she’s dripping for me. Her needy little cunt is demanding my cock fill it. Fuck. “You make me crazy, Natalia, so fucking crazy,” I tell her.

“Please,” she begs, wiggling her ass at me.

“I should punish you for doing what you’ve done.”

Natalia looks over her shoulder, lust, need, and heat glittering in her eyes. “Do it.”

I swallow hard. Fuck this woman is so fucking perfect. As much as I want to punish her, my cock not being inside her right now feels like I’m only punishing myself.

“Fuck it,” I curse as I pull myself from my underwear and slide myself through her wetness till I each her hole, and with one hard thrust, I enter her. We both hiss as I take her. “Fucking, perfect.” I start to pump into her, my fingers digging into her hips as I take what I want. She meets me with each thrust taking me as deep as she can, her fingers digging into the wooden desk as my computer shakes. Fuck it, I’ll buy another one if it falls and smashes onto the floor. My hand slides between us as my finger circles her clit, wetness pooling between us as I try to help her find her release.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she screams as I find her perfect rhythm, “harder, please, fuck me harder,” she begs. I let my hand fall away, making her moan.

“Touch yourself, princess, while I fuck you harder, I can’t do both.”

She nods, and I feel the moment she is touching herself as she tightens around me, this spurs me on as I wrap her ponytail around my wrist which makes her arch her back, giving me the perfect angle to hit that spot that makes her scream. And then I give her what she needs as she pants beneath me.

“Fuck, Conti, fuck, more, I need … need … oh … fuck, yes, I’m close, so close.” She pants.

“Come, princess, come all over my cock.”

Her hand moves furiously between her thighs as her cunt vice grips my cock, and then moments later, she is screaming her release while I continue to thrust into her like an animal wanting to join her. Her cunt continues to spasm around me, milking me until I’m unable to hold on anymore as I pull out of her.

“On your fucking knees, wife, and open wide,” I growl at her. She quickly turns around and does as she is told, opening that perfect mouth for me as my hand continues to pump as I place my cock on her tongue. “Fucking swallow every last drop, princess,” I warn her as those red lips wrap perfectly around my cock where it then hits the back of her throat, pushing me over the edge as I come down it.

Fucking perfect.

She takes every last drop and swallows me, those blue eyes never wavering from mine as she does.

That’s hot.

She then gives my sensitive dick a hard suck before releasing it with a pop and giving me a satisfied look.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her.

“And don’t you forget it,” she says, taking my hand as I help her up.

“I need a drink after that,” I say. Linking our fingers together, we walk out of my office and back into the living room, where all our friends stop and look at us.

Busted.

They all shout and holler and raise their glasses at us. We both flip them off.