Chapter 11 Aurelia #2
Because the men weren’t allowed in Constantine’s private corridor, they placed everything to the side outside the mahogany doors. It wasn’t much, just a dozen boxes of my whole life packed up.
It’d been a long day, so I didn’t care about putting everything away tonight. I headed into the corridor with my sight set on the double gold doors, but then I heard Constantine’s voice come from the study.
“The maximum extension for tariffs is seven days—with twenty percent interest. You already know this, so why are you asking me?” There was a pause as he listened, but then a moment later, he continued.
“I don’t give an exception to anyone, not a single person for a single reason, so take the extension with interest or don’t.
” He seemed to hang up, because it went silent.
Medusa must have heard my footsteps because she left the study and moved into the hallway, beelining right for me. She ran toward me, did a little jump in the middle of it, and then came right up to me.
I got down on one knee exactly as Constantine did and gave her a good rubdown. “Hey, honey. Missed you too.”
When Constantine heard me, he left his desk and stepped into the corridor, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants.
Oh mother of God.
Enormous and cut with the pants low on his hips, he was utterly delicious. With the dark ink on his beautiful skin, the shadows between the different segments of his thick muscles, he was like a mixture of a bull and a man.
And he was mine.
Then he smiled, and if I had been wearing a dress instead of jeans, my panties would have slid right off. “Hey, sweetheart.”
It was the little things he did that made me feel special. Like the fact that he left his desk and came to me all the way in the hallway. He always made an effort, showed his enthusiasm, made my importance known. “Hey.”
I got to my feet and moved over to him.
His hands were on my ass as his lips feasted on my mouth, feeling me up right off the bat. When he finally let me take a breath, he stepped back and headed back into his office. “Just finishing up some calls, then we’ll have dinner.”
“Okay.” Medusa and I followed him into his study, the most beautiful room in the house, in my opinion. But then again, I’d only seen a fraction of the place. “Are we having dinner in your room?”
He sat behind the desk. “Our room. And yes, unless you have something else in mind.”
“Nope. Just want to make sure that’s what you’ll be wearing.”
A ghost of a smile moved over his lips before he grabbed his phone. “And what will you be wearing, sweetheart?”
We didn’t make it to dinner. Once he stepped into the bedroom, he took me on the edge of the bed and filled me with two loads back-to-back. It was for the best, because I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy my food if I hadn’t rubbed one out beforehand.
This man turned me into a horny teenager.
Dinner was served, and we ate together at the table in his private dining room. Medusa was given her dinner at the same time, so she ate out of her bowl on the raised silver tray that was set about a foot from the floor so she didn’t have to bend her head so low to eat.
Spoiled dog.
Our dinner was salmon, rice, and white asparagus.
“No steak tonight?” I teased.
“I told Elio to substitute fish a couple nights a week.”
“This is the best salmon I’ve ever had. You don’t like it?”
“Let’s just say . . . it’s not steak.”
I chuckled, then continued to eat.
He ate with his arms on the table, the muscles bulging even when he was relaxed.
I noticed he ate most of his calories during the day, but at night, he cut his portions way back.
He had a big breakfast and a heavy lunch, and then another lunch before dinner.
Which made perfect sense, considering the sheer amount of muscle attached to his bones.
“Tell me about your friend.” His tone wasn’t accusatory, so there didn’t seem to be a hint of jealousy there.
“His name is Armand. He’s actually Enzo’s best friend . . . or he was.”
“Then why did you have coffee with him?”
“At first, I was kind of a bitch and dismissed him.”
“Cutting someone off doesn’t make you a bitch.”
“Well, he just wanted to apologize for not telling me about Luna. The apology seemed sincere. He said he cut Enzo out of his life because he just couldn’t stand what he’d done to me. Said he didn’t want a friend like that.”
Constantine gave a nod. “You are the company you keep.”
“He said the other guys had cut Enzo out too. Then he asked if we could be friends.”
He took another bite of the salmon and sat back in the chair as he finished it. “Not to sound like a dick here, but does he actually want to be friends? Or does he want a chance to take his best friend’s girl?”
“He actually wants to be friends,” I said with a chuckle. “I told him about you right at the start of the conversation. Showed him your picture and everything because I wanted him to see how hot you are.”
“Is he gay?”
“No. But come on, any straight man would know you’re hot.”
That handsome smirk moved onto his lips.
“You’d be the first one to say Rocco is hot.”
“He is hot,” Constantine said automatically.
“See?” I said. “I wanted him to know I’m doing just fine. He said he was happy for me and asked if we could be friends. That he was bummed that Enzo fucked it up because they all really liked me, which is really sweet. Then he asked if I wanted to hang out with him and the guys on Friday night.”
“And what did you say?”
“I said yes and asked if I could bring you. He said yes,” I said. “I’m so over that relationship, but it’s really nice to know that I mattered to some people, even if I didn’t matter to Enzo.”
Constantine digested all that information for a while before he gave a nod. “Where are we going?”