Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
THEA
I spent this morning trying to ignore the sickness.
It always comes when my mother throws a party, but instead of dwelling on it, I block out the various catcalls and wolf whistles coming from the guys in the pool.
My mother always knew how to throw a pool party, and I’ve hated each and every one of them. Especially the one where I was twelve.
A shadow looms above me, and when I turn my head, relief washes over me.
Massio stands over me, blocking the sun from where I lay on my stomach on the lounger.
“I want to rip their fucking heads off, Thea,” he grits out, pumping his fists beside him. His nostrils are flaring, and he breathes out through his mouth as if attempting to control himself. “Every fucking one of them.”
“It’d be a bloodbath,” I comment, stifling a laugh at imagining him tearing apart the rowdy men who have now thankfully moved on to the next female.
“I can’t bear the thought of everyone looking at you, Little Brat.” His gaze bores down on me. “In this bikini too, and I can’t fucking touch you.” He fidgets, then places his hands on his hips, and I bite into my lip, somewhat enjoying his discomfort. “You think this is funny?”
“Nope.” I pop the p.
“I’m going to spank your ass bright red, trust me.”
“I do, and I’m counting on it.” I smile.
He groans and throws his head back before sliding a hand down his face. “Don’t you dare move from that sun lounger. I don’t want anyone having a view of your tits and pussy.” I roll my eyes, but truth be told, I don’t want them to either.
My mother must have purchased the smallest bikini available.
“Massio!” my mother screeches, staggering toward us, and the sound of her heels clacking on the patio has bile rolling in my stomach.
“Jesus. No,” he chokes out, and I giggle. “It’s not funny. She’s like a bitch in heat.”
Coming to a stop beside me, she sneers in my direction. Then she slaps a bottle of sunscreen into Massio’s chest. “Be a darling and massage the sunscreen into me.” She shimmies her tits at him. “I’m afraid I’ll get burned.”
My body locks up, and I wait for the inevitable, but then he shocks me.
He huffs. “Your daughter is more important. I’m sure you’ll agree. I’m her bodyguard, not yours. Go find some other fucker to satisfy you. I’m not interested.” Then he turns his attention back to me and squirts sunscreen onto my thighs before dropping to his knees next to me.
Her gasp is followed up by a stomp but, thankfully, she turns on her heels and storms away, making me sigh with relief.
He licks his lips and moves to my ear. “You ready to be all creamy, Little Brat?”