Page 237 of Daddy, Take Me Away
I take several shots before I sit down on the rocky outcropping to enjoy the sight of the sun slipping into the sea. As I do, my mind wanders to Amadeo and how we dove off the cliff this morning. My pussy has been wet all day because of him. Easy enough to ignore when I’m busy but now as I sit here, it clenches in need. Why is it you can go without sex for ages and never think of it, but when you get it, you’re suddenly an addict?
Zoë Wayz, jonesing for cock.
And I don’t even know if he’s even interested in a round two. It’s not like we discussed it. Hell, it just happened.
Rising, I decide now's the time to find out. And if he’s not going to get me off, I need to see about getting myself off, because… New Zoë is a doer not a thinker.
I turn around.
The overgrown path is pitch-black. Looking behind me again, I see that it’s still somewhat light but only because the sun is sitting on top of the sea. It’s no longer high enough to filter through the brush.
I look down at my phone to turn the flashlight on and notice the red battery icon. Five percent left. Damn.
I could just jump. It’s still light enough to do that and get to shore. I take a few steps and look over. It looks higher than it did earlier. And don’t sharks hunt at dusk? I shiver.
Text someone? But who? Not my sister or Mark, that’s for sure. And I don’t want to worry Gran- Gran.
Scrolling through my texts, I see his name.
Amadeo Pellegrino.
Chapter Six
Amadeo
I spent the last four hours chatting with the managers of housekeeping, food services, maintenance and landscaping, making sure I’m up to speed on anything and everything. It wasn’t necessary, since the GM could’ve given me the rundown, but it helped me avoid the exes.
What it didn’t do was distract me from my thoughts of Zoë. But not much can today, not with the memory of her ‘O’ face keeping my dick semi-hard all day.
My meeting with Gwen isn’t till next week but avoiding her in the meantime is going to be impossible. I’m not ready to deal with her. Not now that I’ve seen her.
It shouldn’t bother me that she’s pregnant. It’s not like I want kids. I pause. Do I? Did she? I never really thought about it.
Who gets married and never talks about whether or not they want kids? Maybe that was part of the problem, Gwen and I were never about talking so much as fucking, and even our fucking wasn’t us connecting.
And certainly not like I connected with Zoë.
Fuck, why can’t I get her out of my damn head? For the billionth time, I shove thoughts of her aside.
Why the fuck did Gwen come here so early anyway?
But I know.
She’s fucking pregnant and probably wants to rest for a few days at the luxurious resort before dealing with me. I believe I saw her name on the spa list every day for the next week. And I can’t blame her for that. I’d been hostile at best since I caught her and Émile together.
Just not the right kind of hostile, according to Gwen. Apparently, I should have been jealous, but I wasn’t. I was infuriated by the betrayal. My best friend fucking my wife in my own bed? That’s fucked-up.
What’s more fucked-up is that I didn’t care beyond that. I had never been in love, not with Gwen or anyone else, and it took her fucking Émile for me to realize it. All I wanted from either of them was loyalty. And they couldn’t even give me that.
That thought hits me like a kick to the gut. They’re almost my father’s exact words to my mother as he kicked her out of our house when I was six years old. “All I ever wanted from you was loyalty.”
Maybe it’s a genetic condition, but I know I’m not capable of love. Not romantic love anyway. Zoë flashes in my head yet again, and my brows furrow. She’s the last person I should be thinking of now.
My body is just itching to burn off some more tension with her, that’s all.
As I pass the cliff, I grin. Fuck, she’s fun too. Not just a sexy sub, but an exciting and intelligent woman who’s amusing, charming and chaotic. Not to mention beautiful. I breathe in, and her scent is a hint in the air. It’s my imagination, but still.
My phone lights up with a text from her as if she somehow knows I’m thinking of her.
