Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
After a moment, I push open the passenger side door and help her out of the car, pulling her skirt down over her perfect naked ass the moment the hot afternoon air touches us. A change happens in her, and regret replaces the look of lust from a second before. Pulling her close, I roughly hold her face so that she has no choice but to stare into my eyes.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth to speak, my phone buzzes in my pocket. With one hand still on her, I dig out the device with the other. My father’s name flashes across the LED screen. Hitting the answer button, I bring the receiver to my ear.
“What?” I stare over her head and out into the large expanse of the track.
“Abbiamo un problema e devi gestirlo. Tony ha la posizione.” We have a problem, and you need to handle it. Tony has the location.
I glance down at a curious Siân, remembering not to respond to my father in my native language or I’ll give it all away. She’ll know that meeting me wasn’t a coincidence, and I can’t have that.
“Who is it?” I say sternly.
He rambles off the name of the person he needs me to kill, but he doesn’t stop with his demands. He’s angry that I haven’t returned to Italy like I was supposed to a month ago. Father continues to make demands, orders I refuse to accept. I’ll return home with Siân in my arms and not a moment sooner. So, he’ll have to get the fuck over it.
I end the call and peer down into her big green eyes. “Tomorrow, end it with him. You’re mine now.”
Siân doesn’t respond, nor do I wait for her to. Instead, I help her into the passenger seat, then round the front of my Ferrari. Once inside, I rev the engine and peel out toward the exit.
16
SIN
Nervous butterflies fill my belly, making me feel nauseous. I stare down into the nearly full cup of coffee, thinking about last night and how exhilarating and free I felt. How only Christian can make me feel. I recall my feelings when he told me to break up with Taj. At first, I was shocked, but the longer I thought about it, the more it made sense. After last night, there was no way we could go back to what we used to be. It’s not fair to Taj or me. I don’t want to be that girl who cheats, and what I did last night with Christian was wrong while still being with Taj. Even so, I’d do it again and again, which is precisely why I must end this between us.
With how strange Taj has been acting lately, I figured ending things in a public place was the best thing to do. The door to the coffee shop opens, carrying a gust of wind with it, and I look up from my coffee to find Taj standing there, his gaze darting around the room.
My throat tightens, and my heart thunders in my chest. I have to remember this is for the best, not only for me, but for him as well. As soon as he spots me, he rushes over, his eyes almost wild. His bag is half slung over his shoulder, and his hair is disheveled.
His eyes that once made me feel so happy and loved but now only leave me cold and detached collide with mine.
“What’s going on with you, Siân?” he asks, letting out a harsh breath.
Is there a certain way to break up with someone? An easy way to let them go? I don’t think so. Heartache hurts, and no matter what I do, this is going to end badly.
“I think you should sit down.” I gesture to the chair in front of me.
I don’t want this to turn into a big scene, but I can already feel the eyes of the few coffee shop patrons watching us.
Taj’s lips turn down into an ugly frown. “What’s going on, baby? I tried to call you last night and didn’t hear a word from you. Kyla said you didn’t get home until late.”
It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. Instead, I decide to jump headfirst into the thick of it. “There’s no point in me dragging this out, so I’m just going to come out and say it.” I pause, letting out a rush of air from my lungs. “It’s over.”
Silence. Complete silence blankets the space, and I wait with bated breath for the other shoe to drop, for him to say something.
“W-What do you mean it’s over?”
“I mean… I’m done. I’m breaking up with you. I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m tired of pretending we’re this perfect couple when we’ve been falling apart for a long time.”