Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Bring tequila, bitch.
Stat.
All of it.
“I’m the CEO of the hotel chain that Francesca is refurbing.”
“Who owns that company?” Giuliano fires back.
“Mrs. Benedict.”
I frown, huh? I thought Mr. Carballo owned it, oh…he must be just a manager or something.
“I’m sorry.” Dominic frowns. “Who are you, and why are you being so rude?”
Giuliano slides his fingers down the credit card as his cold eyes hold Dominic’s.
His face is emotionless, I haven’t seen him like this before, he’s scary, even to me.
“I’m someone who’ll be watching you.”
“What does that mean?” Dominic frowns.
“It means…you touch her and you’re a fucking dead man,” he whispers darkly, his cold eyes glare at Dominic, and then without another word, he stands and walks off through the restaurant.
Oh God….
Asshole.
Dominic’s eyebrows rise as he watches him walk off. “Who the hell was that?”
The sky turns red, fury and embarrassment all rolled into one.
“He’s my brother.”
* * *
There is only one thing good about lusting over an asshole…nothing, that was a blatant lie. There is nothing good about my situation whatsoever.
I’m in a world of hell.
Ever since that damn kiss in the alleyway, Giuliano Ferrara is all I can think about. Morning, noon and night.
The way he held my face, the way he closed his eyes, the way I felt in his arms.
There’s a burning question in my soul, if he can incite this much arousal inside of me when he was acting to kiss me, what would it be like if he actually wanted me for real?
I keep watching that damn porno of him and the two girls, wishing it was me, not the gangbanging bit of course. I would never share him.
I don’t know why I’m putting myself through this. Every time I close my computer I swear I am never watching him having sex with someone else ever again…sure enough, just like a drug addict, two hours later I’m rewatching it again, wishing it were me, all while knowing it never can be.
I mean, I’m no psychologist, but I’m pretty sure this is the most self-destructive behavior of all time.
Maybe if I just called him, I scroll through my phone and my finger hovers over his name.
What would I say?
I hate you, I miss you, I’m messed up…come over and fuck me better.
Ugh.
I click out of my phone, throw it on the nightstand and roll over in disgust. I’m not calling him, he’s a bastard…remember? And even if we could be together, we wouldn’t work out anyway.
He’s not the boy I loved any more…he’s a different man now, powerful and virile.
I get a vision of him holding my legs over his shoulders as he fucked me, the look in his eyes as he did it, the way he kissed me. His body oiled as he rode me hard and I would love every damn minute of it.
Stop it!
I punch my pillow in disgust.
At least I have something to take my mind off him for the next few days, Anna and I are off to Ibiza.
I exhale heavily in the darkness; the harsh reality is that I know I will think of him wherever I go.
Giuliano Ferrara is not easily forgotten
Ibiza
The car pulls into the large circular driveway of the beautiful hotel, the doorman smiles and as he approaches our car and the two guards in the front seat jump out to intercept him, Bruno opens the door with a kind nod. “Miss Ferrara.”
“Thank you.” I climb out and Anna follows, she looks around the swanky surroundings and hunches her shoulders in excitement. “Will you look at this place?”
“Pretty nice, huh?” I smile and as the boys retrieve our luggage, we make our way into the hotel reception. “Hello, checking in for Jones, please.” I slip my fake identification across the counter to her. Ferrara protocol that I have about ten identities. Anna smirks as if knowing a secret, she says she always feels like she’s in a spy movie when we use a pseudonym.
I, however, am unimpressed, it gets old very quickly.
“Hello.” The receptionist smiles, he types furiously into his computer, “We have you for four nights in the…” He types again. “Two rooms, the eastern penthouses.”
I frown. “No, just normal executive rooms, I didn’t book the penthouses.
Normally we would have stayed in the same room but I’m hoping Anna decides to fuck a certain someone out of her system. Hell, who am I kidding, maybe I should do that too.
And I don’t mean my ex-boyfriend.
The receptionist smiles as he slides the door keys across to us. “You’ve been upgraded, compliments on the house.”
“Oh.” Anna’s eyes widen in excitement. “Thank you so much,” she gushes.
“Thanks.” I force a smile, I was more than happy in the rooms I had booked.
“Take the lift to the top floor and your room numbers are on your keys.”
“Thank you.”
Anna and I make our way up to the top floor and walk down the lush wide corridor.