Chapter 6
What just happened? The fear and shock sobered me up.
Emilio had made me get back into the car to bring me to the front door.
It was the longest few seconds of my life, and the silence was deadly.
I could hear my heart pumping blood through my veins.
I couldn’t even look him in the face, and without a goodbye, I jumped out of the car, quickly reaching the front door.
Shaking as I tried to get the key in, I didn’t even check if Luca’s car was parked outside.
Too scared to look behind me, Emilio was still there.
I could hear the engine of his car running.
Once securely inside, I hear him speed off.
The house was quiet, and the foyer light guided me to the staircase, where I removed my heels so I wouldn’t wake anyone up.
“Ms. DeCarlo.”
I jump, startled by the voice. Looking over my shoulder, I see it’s the butler—I could never remember his name. “Jesus. You scared me.”
“Apologies, Ms. DeCarlo. Would you like me to get you anything before you head upstairs?”
“No,” I replied then continued up the stairs.
I quickly entered my room and tossed my shoes onto the floor.
The sheer fright of what occurred had me on edge.
My body was tingling on the line between feeling panic and being embarrassed.
Entering the master bathroom attached to the room, I turn on the shower and remove my makeup and dress.
Steam from the water fills the bathroom; the mirror begins to fog.
Staring at myself, I barely recognize the emerald eyes looking back at me.
Throughout the years, I slowly lost myself.
Sex parties, drugs, throwing myself onto guys? That wasn’t me.
Stepping inside the shower, I let the hot water soak up my skin.
Nothing beats a hot shower. Instantly, I relax.
When done, I grab a towel around my body and another around my wet hair.
Walking back into the bedroom, I didn’t even bother throwing on clothes.
I want to lie in bed, fall fast asleep, and forget this night ever happened.
Still wrapped in the towel, I rested my head on the pillow, and my eyes began to close, but all that relaxation faded once images of Emilio began popping into my head.
My eyes shoot open. No. This can’t happen.
Shaking it off, I close my eyes again. All I could see was Emilio with his unbuttoned shirt, and recalling the smell of mint and eucalyptus had my insides stirring.
No. No. No. No. Opening my eyes, I turn on my side.
I’ve never looked at Emilio in that way.
But the look on his face and the tone of his voice when we stood by his car outside the gate just moments ago was etched into my brain.
Replaying it, I felt as though I was reliving the moment.
I could hear his voice which sent vibrations through my body; the feel of his erect cock pulsed against my hand, and before I knew it, my finger was inside me.
This was wrong on many levels, yet there was this thrill.
I knew Emilio would never cross that line in real life, but in my mind, we can do whatever we want.
Maybe giving into my imagination will get me to fall asleep.
So I gave in. Picturing him as he stood before me with his shirt open, I began imagining how I would have done things differently.
Instead of pushing him away, I would have pulled him in closer.
At the thought of it, I entered another finger inside me.
The more I imagined things going differently, the wetter I got as I picked up the pace of my fingers moving in and out of me.
I was kissing him as he wrapped his arms around me while I tried pulling down his pants.
My small moans filled the quiet room as I gave myself over to the sensations taking over my body.
The orgasm was building, and I hadn’t even gotten that far in my imagination, but I was enjoying myself.
Picturing the feel of his cock against my core almost sent me over the edge.
My body was about to go into overload as I was getting ready to orgasm.
Right as I was about to burst, there was a knock at my door.
“B, open the door.”
The sound of my brother’s voice immediately put everything to a halt. Quickly pulling my fingers out of me, I sat up as though I was caught in the act. Except I was in the room alone; Luca hadn’t even seen me.
I gulped and took a deep breath before answering. “Everything okay?”
“I need to speak to you.”
Shit. Luca’s tone was serious. Not fully recovered from the effects of the alcohol; the walls felt as though they were closing in on me.
“Just got out of the shower; let me throw on something,” I shouted as I scrambled to find a shirt and shorts.
Would Emilio have told him about tonight? If he did, I’d never see the light of day again. Once put together, I slowly approach the door, stalling on what lay on the other side.
Opening the door, I make sure to have a happy face on.
“Hey.”
Luca makes his way into the room. I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to.
“How was tonight?” He looks annoyed.
The question made my ears drum. Stay strong, B. “Good. How was yours?”
“Good. Although I walk in to hear that you came stumbling in a few minutes ago.”
“I had a few drinks, totally sober now.”
“Emilio said he dropped you off.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. My brother was good at getting the truth out of someone by making them think he already knew. Was he doing the same thing now? I don’t know. He was a good bluffer, so I stayed silent.
Luca went on, “Respect is a two-way street, Bethany. I understand you grew up in a more privileged environment compared to the rest of our siblings, but that doesn’t give you the entitlement of looking down on people.”
Huh? What the hell was he talking about? “Okay,” was all I could think to say.
“Albert doesn’t end his day until he is dismissed.”
Who the fuck is Albert? “Right… ”
“I told you after dinner to dismiss him when you get home. So why did I have to do it? It’s 2 am. He gets up at 5 am, before everyone, to ensure the morning is properly set up for the entire house.”
It hit me that he was talking about the butler. Albert was his name. “That’s what you came to tell me?”
“Emilio just called me.”
Vomit shot up my throat for a split second and I tried not to gag. I thought I dodged the bullet. “And?”
“I’m leaving to go to New York in the morning. I won’t see Antonio off to school.”
I sigh in relief, “I’ll handle it, don’t worry.”
I didn’t mind caring for Antonio while my brother was away, but he never did last-minute trips. Something had to be wrong.
“Is there an emergency?”
Luca looked at me blankly, “One of the New York families wants to speak to me personally.”
I roll my eyes, “Since when have you taken the time of day to speak to someone below you at such short notice?”
“Someone mentioned something to Emilio that raised a concern. I need to know what that is.”
“Emilio usually takes care of those things without you.” Speaking Emilio’s name was making me jittery.
“It’s something I need to see with my own eyes. We won’t be gone for long.”
“I have you covered,” I assured him.
Luca nodded his head and walked out. Shutting the door, I lean against it and sigh in relief. Emilio hadn’t said a word. Thank god. As I approach my bed, my phone on the nightstand goes off. It was a text from Alfie.
Rolling my eyes, I wasn’t even going to answer. Placing my phone back on the stand, I hop on the bed. As I lay down, I got another message. Reaching for the phone, it was again Alfie.
Ignoring the message, I place the phone on the pillow beside me, only for it to go off again. This time it was Natasha.
Ugh. I toss my phone on the other end of the bed. Am I the only one not getting laid tonight?