Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
A second orgasm begins to build deep in my core, and I know Troy feels it, a low groan rumbling through his body. His hand slides under my head, holding me to him as he fucks me harder, the sound of our bodies slamming together the only sound in the room.
“Fuck, Liz!” Troy growls as he finally explodes inside of me. I quickly follow, my pussy bearing down on him. We both cry out in pleasure, and I hold on to him as I slowly come down from the high we both just experienced.
Then it hits me, and I freeze.
“Where’s my dad?”
He lets out a sigh. “He’s already gone back to the city. He had a meeting to get back to.”
“Oh…” I don’t hide my disappointment. “He didn’t even stop and say hi.”
Troy chuckles, rolling off me and collapsing onto the bed beside me. “Well… I don’t know what to tell you about that.” Something in his voice gives me pause, but I can’t put my finger on why.
“How did the meeting go?” I ask carefully, sitting up and grasping for my clothes. Troy reaches for me, stopping me and returning my lips to his.
“I’ll protect you, Liz.”
My heart flips in my chest as we break apart. “Okay…” Something in my gut tells me something is wrong, and I feel even more that way as I get dressed. Troy’s look is nothing other than somber as he cleans up, straightening his shirt.
“We need to talk with Gerard,” he says quietly, his eyes taking me in as I smooth out my sweater. He steps toward me, brushing a few loose strands of dark hair out of my face. “We have a lot of things to discuss before your father returns tomorrow.”
My heart sinks deep in my chest. “What happened at the meeting, Troy?” My voice comes out in a near whisper, and I can’t hide my worry. “I just want to know if something bad happened. Is my dad okay?”
Troy’s eyes rip away from mine. “Your dad is fine.” With that, he spins on his heel and heads out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. Confusion fills my chest as I follow him out and down the stairs.
That confusion shifts to fear as I see Gerard at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for us with a blank expression on his face, like truly blank.
“Did you tell her?” he asks in a flat tone. “Or did you just fuck her?”
Troy glares at him and snarls, “You need to remember your rightful place. It seems as though everyone is pushing me today.”
“Y-yes, boss.”
Gerard immediately backs down in a way I’ve never witnessed before, and it’s got me nervous.
What the hell happened, and why is no one telling me anything?
“You need to be prepared for what your father might talk to you about,” Troy begins, gesturing to the couch for me to sit. There’s something very businesslike about his demeanor. It’s almost like we didn’t just have sex a few minutes ago.
I hover above the couch, still standing. “What is it?”
“You really should sit down,” Gerard says quietly, eyeing me in a way that freaks me out even more.
“What the hell is going on?” I plead, taking a few steps back. “Someone needs to tell me right now.”
Troy lets out a heavy sigh. “Your father wants to marry you off to Frank Vitali, the head of the Vitali family.”
My head spins, and my heart thuds. Tingles run through my body, and they’re not the good kind. My hearing fades as my vision goes blurry. “What…”
Troy rushes to me, helping me take a seat on the couch. “I’m not going to let it happen, Liz. I won’t let it happen.”
“Why…” My voice trails off as tears fill my eyes. “Why would he do that? Why?”
Troy shakes his head. “You don’t… It’s just…”
“Just be fucking honest with her,” Gerard snaps. “It’s just business, Liz. That’s all pussy is ever good for, negotiating business.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Troy seethes.
“What?” Gerard throws his hands in the air. “Isn’t that the truth? Anyone who’s not a fucking boss is just a pawn in the game. I’m the alternate plan, right? Fucking marrying me off to some woman that doesn’t want me.”
I blink, trying to understand. “What’s he talking about?” I look at Troy, waiting for his answer.
“I was thinking of naming him my heir and marrying him off instead.”
“To the Greco family,” Gerard sneers. “All because you don’t want your girl up for negotiation.” The anger on his face is palpable, and I completely understand it.
“You can’t do that to him,” I say quietly. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s not fucking fair to send you off to Vitali, either,” Troy says exasperatedly, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m not doing it. You are mine and no one else’s.”
“Then we have to tell my dad,” I say quietly. “He’ll understand. He won’t make me marry someone that I don’t love if I have someone already.”