He waves his hand in the air dismissively when I stay silent, slouching in his chair. “I already have you scheduled to tour a culinary school.”
He’s amazing but I can’t. “I know my mom’s doing good now. Thank you by the way, that’s freaking amazing of you. But culinary school is expensive. Trust me, it’s the first school I looked for. There’s just no way.”
“About that…” He tilts his head.
“What did you do?” I scoot my chair back, my voice close to a shriek.
“I wouldn’t give a fuck if you didn’t go to school or work but…” He smiles.
I laugh. “You’re not going to be my sugar daddy.”
His eyes darken as he scoops me up and sits me on his lap.
I roll my eyes as his eyes rake over my body. “Aiden, get to the point.” I swat his wandering hands.
“You could stay here and bake for me all day.” He trails a finger down my leg, igniting a flame inside me. “And then you could wait for me to come home and…”
I swat his arm playfully.
He put his hands up in innocence “I need an assistant.”
“Oh? An assistant position would never put me through college. I know what you’re trying to do. Maybe I can waitress at one of the upscale restaurants near my school. Ashley works at one and they pay well. I can keep attending business school, and maybe just take some classes at a bakery.” I sigh, wistfully dreaming of something bigger for myself.
“She quit.” He states.
That is news to me. Why hasn’t Ashley told me?
“She’s planning on telling you tomorrow. She’s thinking of staying here but she wants to get your opinion first. Just don’t tell her I told you.”
It’s hard to concentrate on our conversation when I’m straddling Aiden in a robe with only my panties underneath.
His voice is as velvet as the wine. “Besides, why waitress and deal with a shitty boss and horrible hours just to take a few electives when you can work for me? I’ll pay for any school you want.”
“True. But still, I won’t just let you put me through school. I mean, how can I move here when my whole life is there.”
“Your life is not there, Emilia. I’m here.” He states. The way he says my full name makes me smile. “Besides, you don’t have family near that school. I definitely don’t want you around the fucking idiot of an ex-boyfriend anymore.”
“I’ll think about it.” I hold up a finger when he smiles. “But I’m going to look for my own job.” He sighs, grabbing my thighs. “Only because I know you’ll pay me unfairly and treat me better just because I’m…”
He lifts my chin. “Just because you’re what, Emilia?” His voice is husky as he slides my robe off partially and kisses my bare shoulder.
I take my bottom lip between my teeth and shrug, wanting him to say it.
“So many things I can call you.” He slides a hand up my thigh.
“My girlfriend?” He trails a long finger up my inner thigh, torturing me with his teasing.
“My fuck toy.” He growls, sliding my panties to the side and slips his finger in.
I wrap my arms around his neck, whimpering as I rock my hips while he slowly pumps it in and out of me.
“But I prefer mine.” He growls, carrying me inside. He holds me tightly as I keep my legs wrapped around him. We’re insatiable, neither of us can keep our hands off each other. “No more questions tonight, understand?”
I moan as he fingers me while he carries me. So strong and effortless.
I melt in his arms as his husky voice rumbles in my ear.
“All I want is to fuck you senseless tonight.”
Nineteen
Istretch lazily against the silk sheets. I get up in a daze and pull on my robe. My eyes slide to the clock on the nightstand. Nine twenty-two. Aiden left for work hours ago. I feel guilty I didn’t get to see him off. But I’m so thankful we had some one on one-time last night, it’s always so perfect when we become tangled in the sheets together.
The elevator chimes as I stumble into the kitchen to get some water. Assuming it’s my bodyguard, I walk over to greet him. His back is to me as he stands rigid in the elevator.
“Sir?”
He doesn’t respond.
Puzzled, I reach out tentatively, shrieking when his body falls back and thumps against the hard floor. I stare into his lifeless eyes, blood oozing out from a hole in his head. My stomach clenches.
Terror courses through me when a smiling Lucio Matarazzo steps over the prone body and waltz through the doors.
Didn’t Aiden kill him? He shot him in the chest. Did he wear a vest?
Oh my God.
No time to think, I spin around and run for the bedroom. My eyes dart around in search of my phone, but I don’t see it. Hearing his heavy footsteps coming for me, I rush into the bathroom and lock the door.
I’ll hide in here until Aiden gets home.
My hope vanishes when I hear wood creaking. No, not creaking. Breaking, and snapping. My eyes widen as the heavy wooden bathroom door dips in, forced opened with brute force.
Lucio stands in the doorframe, laughing. With quick movements, he makes his way to me.
I tremble in fear, but I can’t move. He brings a greasy hand to my throat, lifting me off the cold bathroom. I tremble as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear, a smile taking over his lips.
“Oh, sweet girl.” His words are heavily accented; his Italian features dark and sinister.
A shimmer catches my eye and I look down. A sharp blade sits clenched between his hands. Fear courses through my veins. Not for me, but for Aiden.
“Please, just kill me. Don’t hurt him,” I beg. The words
