"What are you fucking wearing?" A husky voice rumbles followed by a throaty growl. My eyes fly open underneath my glasses at hearing his voice. Knowing without a doubt it is Nicoli in front of me before even seeing him. Looking up at him under the protection of my shaded glasses I narrow my eyes. Still feeling the rush of anger surging through my veins from earlier causes me to lash back out with sarcasm.
"Well I don't know what they are called in New York but here in L.A. it's called a bikini." He sneers at me before I watch his eyes dip back down to my body. Taking everything in from head to toe, while taking an extra pause at my breasts barely covered by the fabric. His hungry graze causes my cheeks to heat up and feel flush.
"This," he says as he grabs at the string wrapped around my torso, winding it up and around his finger as he twists it around. “Is barely a scrap of fabric, let alone something to be considered a swimsuit." His finger makes one final twist of the fabric as his hand brushes against my bare skin and I feel the heat of his hand against it. Drawing a deep breath at the electricity that rushes through my body at the small touch. He jerks his finger out of the string causing it to snap back into place against my skin, leaving behind a light stinging.
"Get up and go put something decent on. Men are staring at you and I don't want to remind you that I don't like people touching what is mine." He grinds out while looking around. His jaw tense as I slowly sit up in my chair.
"Looking is a lot different from touching. But I can see how you wouldn’t know the difference from that, would you?” Confusion on his face as he looks at me. Not caring to explain myself, I continue. “Regardless it sounds more like a personal problem Mr. Black. Had you actually cared what I wore or did maybe you would have come around a little more often than two years and not fucked your way through New York's finest. As far as I am concerned, I do not owe you anything, and I am definitely not yours. Your deal with my father is off, go settle it between yourselves and leave me out of it." I can tell I have floored him with my words. As he just stares at me, baffled that I had the balls to lash out and say what I had just said. Being the head of the New York families I am sure he has never been told off like that before.
Well, there is a first time for everything. I think triumphantly. I start to rise off the lounge chair, pushing my feet into the hot sand.. "Now if you don't mind leaving me the fuck alone. I am going to get a drink. Go find my father and settle it with him then go home to your plastic fiancee in New York and leave me alone." I turn to head towards the little tiki bar a little ways down the beach.
Walking away my eyes widened as the shock of what I had just done and said settles over me. Torn between wanting to look back to see his expression but not having the courage too, I pushed forward. Picking up my pace at hearing the echoes of a deep rumble coming from where I left him.
Going up to order a drink I take a look around. Expecting to see him still here, I'm a little disappointed when I don't.
Traitor. I chastise myself.
Looking back down the beach where I had left him standing, and glancing in the opposite direction I don't see Nicoli anywhere. Relief that he hadn’t lost it at my clear dismissal and rejection of him starts to settle my on edge nerves.
"Excuse me, miss can I get you something?" I look up at the woman waiting to take my order.
"Oh sorry yes, can I just get some ice water please." Thinking for a moment before adding, “actually can I get a shot of tequila?” Grabbing out the fake ID Gianna had us made last year, passing it across to her. Needing something to help relax my nerves as realization of what I had done dawns on me. I had just told off a rival family Capo...
"Actually," I hear a male voice coming up behind me pulling me from my inner panic, "make that two shots, on me." I turn around slightly, looking at the man who is clearly invading my personal space as he is standing close enough to feel his presence.
No more than a couple inches away is a man who looks to be in his early thirties. Brown hair messed up but in what is supposed to be a stylish way. He has on board shorts and no shirt, and he definitely has abs. Overall he isn't bad to look at by any means, though he has a very narcissistic aura about him that is an instant turn off.
"Thank you but I can pay for my own drinks. I appreciate your offer." I try to decline politely. Starting to turn back towards the woman behind the counter, I happen to catch sight of Nicoli from the side of my eye. He is standing casually at the end of the bar though he looks nothing of the sorts in his black suit and tie at a tiki beach bar. Turning to look at him I see his eyes are pinned on me. His silver eyes piercing and calculating. They hold mine captive, promising punishment as he raises a brow at me as if daring me to provoke him.
Game on asshole, lets see how you like it. I turn back around Mr. Full of Himself and purse my
