Chapter 9 #2
“Of course.” I pop in the shower, thinking he’s going to leave, but he doesn’t. He leans against the vanity with his arms crossed. Once I’m done, he hands me a towel, and I dry off shyly.
“Don’t be shy, now. You deep throated my cock like a professional cocksucker, sweetheart.
Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
Too bad I can’t spend the rest of the day working my dick down that slender column or between your smooth thighs.
” I try to ignore the way his words make me feel.
This isn’t a real relationship. This man doesn’t love or respect me, and I’m nothing more than a gift for his mother.
A damn mama’s boy. A fucking thug, and he’s still a mama’s boy.
“Well, I’m ready for the fitting.”
“This time I’ll send her in here to measure you.” His mouth crushes mine briefly before he storms out of the room. A moment later, the woman who was waiting in the bedroom came in.
“Mrs. D’Antonio, I’m Miss Grace. It’s a pleasure to fit you.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry about the miscommunication.”
“I thought it was hilarious and sexy. Mr. D’Antonio was a man possessed and jealous. Now, let’s get you ready because I know his mother and her style.”
“He wants me to dress like her.”
“God, no, but her choices are expensive, so we can’t let you go out in less than the best, which I won’t complain about because it’s fabulous commission.
” She slides off my robe and takes my measurements without asking, making notes quickly.
“You can put that back on if it makes you more comfortable. I’ll be back in about two minutes with a panty and bra set that will be perfect first, so you can come out and try the rest of the clothes on in the comfort of the bedroom. ”
I nod and make sure my body is completely dry, forgoing the robe because she’ll be back at any minute.
She returns, and it’s a cute red matching lace bra and underwear combo.
I slide on the undies, and they fit perfectly.
I’m so surprised, but I guess it’s her job.
The bra is even better. I’ve never had one that felt so comfortable as well as supported my big girls.
It acts as a shelf, only covering up to my nipples with the red lace making a sexy pattern over the area.
When I look in the mirror, I look so much like a stripper. In awe of myself, my mouth parts.
“You are stunning. I’m telling you, you’re going to be so great to dress. Mr. D’Antonio is so lucky to have snagged you before someone else did because you’re breathtaking, and there are plenty of men who’d kill to be with a beautiful girl like you.”
“I’d kill them if they tried.” I see his reflection in the mirror, and there is no doubt his words are a promise.
“I told you, girl. Now, let’s get you dressed.” She winks and leads me out to the many racks of clothes. I spend three hours trying on dresses, tops, pants, and shoes. I’m so tired when she’s finished that I don’t have the will to eat.
Luca lifts me onto his lap. “Come on, Angel. A bite or two, and you can take a mini nap.”
“I guess between taking the bus to the police station and then everything…”
“Did you say you took the fucking bus?” The anger in his voice surprises me.
“Yes. I don’t own a car. It was totalled when the carjackers wrecked after they stole it.
” I roll my eyes. So my parents’ deaths were truly for nothing.
They stole only to destroy the one thing they got away with.
Well they got away with murder that’s for sure.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but I wasn’t going to work as a stripper for the hell of it. ”
“Lie down. I’ll be back.”
“What did I do wrong now?”
“Nothing. Damn it, nothing.”
“Andrea, get me the cameras off the police station on 18th Street and the busses that lead to my fiancée’s residence.” He has another woman on speed dial. I tell myself not to be jealous because I don’t have feelings for him, anyway. “Si. I need that footage by tonight.”
“What?” Why does he need the bus cameras?
I look at him with confusion, and he answers me. “Too many motherfuckers saw you dressed like that.”
“Are you serious?” My fatigue suddenly fades as I stand up and try to talk sense into this man.
“Yes. I’m fucking serious, Angel. I told you before that you’re mine and that outfit was going to get a motherfucker killed. If any of those fuckers were out of line, they’ll be dealt with.”
“We weren’t even together. I was with…” I shut my mouth before I utter the words, not because I’m afraid of Luca but because I’m ashamed of myself, closing my eyes in disgust. “For a woman so in love with the fucker, you easily fell into my arms.” God, does he have to remind me that I acted like a slut when it came to him?
“I’ll do anything to protect my brother,” I lie—well, sort of. Seeing Tony was to protect my brother.
He grabs my cheeks roughly. “That’s good, because tonight you will act like the dutiful fiancée and give my parents no indication that you’re in this for any other reason than you want to be my wife.
You will not be crying over a married man.
” Why is he under the assumption that I have feelings for that jackass cop?
I didn’t even sleep with him. Hell, I don’t even like him.
I used Tony a little and tried to end it, but then I got the call.
“Yes, my dear fiancé,” I answer sweetly.
“Watch your mouth, Angel. If you don’t believe how fucked up I am, I’ll let you see what happens to the men on the bus.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“The fuck I won’t. Now nap.” I scurry backward on the bed and get under the covers before he makes me.
I’m almost put out that he’s not joining me, which serves to only remind me that my body is calling the shots and not my damn common sense.
When did I become this horny, needy woman who opens her legs for a monster?
Closing my eyes, I avoid further acknowledgement of his presence and let the actual fatigue set in.
Although I can’t see him, I can feel him in the room until he finally leaves.
My nap is a short one, but when I wake up, he’s still gone.
It shouldn’t matter because I need time to myself.
I sit up in bed, forgetting that I’m half naked.
I slide out of the bed and step on the warm rug below.
Then I reach for a silk robe that has been laid out for me.
It’s a beautiful pink and white floral pattern that I loved but had put back because it was extra.
He didn’t need to buy me a full wardrobe.
Looking around the room, I notice someone dropped boxes off for me. Each is labeled with the contents, and there is an entire rack. I can’t believe how someone came in here and I didn’t hear them. Also, on the dresser there is a case labeled hair care with a note pinned under the edge.
Lunch will be up at one and the stylist will be here at four. — Luca
I slip on a pair of black leggings and a long-sleeved slouching gray top.
With a quick brush of my hair, I tie it in a long braid and then exit the bedroom to see what’s going on.
I’m not sure where Luca is, but there is no rule that says I have to stay locked up in my room.
As soon as I step out of there, I find one of his guards sitting in a chair directly across the hallway, waiting for me to exit.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. D’Antonio,” he says, standing and then dipping his head in a polite nod.
“Good afternoon, but I’m not married to him yet,” I say.
“It’s pretty much a done deal.”
“Excuse me, but I don’t know your name.”
“I’m Marco. I’m here if you need anything until Mr. D’Antonio returns.”
“Do you know where my phone is?”
“It’s on the charger in his office. Unfortunately, it’s locked for now, and he won’t be back until later. I apologize for that.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t done intentionally.”
“Hey, I don’t know anything.” He raises his hands up like he’s not complicit, but it’s bullshit.
I roll my eyes and walk away, roaming the condo to check out my new home.
It’s kick ass and spacious for a glorified apartment.
That’s what I consider condos anyway. You live in a freaking apartment building, sharing walls, elevators, doors, and pay mortgages that are like rent, so what’s the difference?
I like our home even if it isn’t this fancy in the middle of downtown.
Damn it, I need to go home and check on things.
I have bills that need paying, including an expensive water and gas bill.
I can’t just leave it as it is. The pipes and the hot water heater need to be checked because frozen pipes is a disaster waiting in the Midwest every winter.
We kept the temp at an even sixty-six to conserve the gas bill.
I cooked every night, and that warmed up our small, sixteen-hundred-square-foot bungalow easily.
The brick frame also acted like a great insulator even though we needed some work on the windows.
I drop down on the plush sofa and close my eyes, muttering, “What am I going to do?” My life has been nothing but unsteady for almost the past year.
I just learned to float after my parents’ carjacking murder.
It shook me to my core, but what could I do?
I had to grow up the rest of the way and take care of my brother.
Being a parent to a teenager is brutal, and I wasn’t at all prepared.
The sound of footsteps interrupts my thoughts. My heart pounds when I think it’s Luca, but it’s just Marco. “Mrs. D’Antonio, your lunch has arrived.”
“I’m coming.” I walk into the foyer where a young woman is standing there with a small open box of food. “Please set it down.” I’m a little annoyed that this petite young woman just about my age comes to deliver my food.
“Thank you. It was getting heavy,” she mumbles and then blushes. Heavy? What did he bring me?