Page 30 of Temptation: Discreet

Choosing a pair of dark colored jeans and a beautiful red shirt that shows off just the perfect amount of cleavage. I look in the mirror, loving the way these flatter my curves. Enzo’s lustful eyes follow me as I step out of the closet. He playfully smacks my ass the moment I pass him, the blush that spreads down my face to my chest is evident on how he affects me.

The helicopter ride was silent, Enzo kept his hands on me throughout the entire ride. While the guys gave him a knowing smirk as they watched us. I’m sure they could hear me scream his name throughout the entire hotel.

When we finally arrived at the Butterfly, the first thing Sierra does is scream at the top of her lungs as I step through the doors. Enzo and the crew follow behind me until I reach the bar, but they decide to sit further away to allow me the privacy of some girl time before dealing with my father.

I can feel the way Enzo’s eyes stay glued on me, watching my every move. Whenever I get the chance to look back at him, he either licks his lips or winks at me. Showing me that even from a distance, he wants me just as much. I shift in my seat at the bar, wishfully hoping he’d drag me to the bathroom and fuck me right here, or that he’d kneel before me, and devour me like I was his last meal.

“You bitch,” she whisper-shouts, “you totally banged your hot as fuck bodyguard and didn’t tell me?” I groan, hiding my face in my hands trying to keep my cheeks from overheating. Apparently we aren’t subtle in the way we keep eye fucking each other from across the room.

“Shh! You don’t need to announce it to the world.” I plead.

“Well, spill the tea or I’ll announce it to the entire bar,” she says, barely restraining her curiosity.

She’s my best friend. I was planning on telling her every juicy detail from the first time to the cross in the suite and every delicious tension in between. So, I do. I confide in her, about the way he makes me feel and how I don’t want it to end even though I know it has to, especially now that I’m engaged to someone I have yet to meet in the Italian mafia.

“Fuck, do I need a cigarette after those details,” she whispers squeezing my shoulder.

She leans in closer and adds, “besides, I think he’s a bit obsessed with you too,” with a nod, she places a cigarette in my hand, encouraging me to place it between my lips. Normally, she doesn't let me smoke in the building but since there are no customers, she lights up one of her own before igniting mine.

The smoke fills the building, as the toxins course through my veins, creating a slight buzz that mingles with the shot of tequila Sierra had placed in front of me. I turn to look at Enzo, his eyes already locked on mine, a grin spreading across his face. He winks and continues the conversation with Rocco and Kai..

With each passing minute, I dread the impending arrival of my father. He’s probably already waiting at the house and here we are like cowards. I know I’m unable to face him without the help of my brothers or Enzo.

Time slips by as we continue chatting, and drinking until the doors of the bar swing open. A crowd of men and women swarm in. Among them, I spot three familiar faces- three people I thought I would never see again.

“Julian!” I cry out, my voice brimming with excitement as I watch them walk towards us. Hurrying over, I find Julian glaring at my best friend.

“What the hell,” I yell, shoving his shoulder, tearing his attention from Sierra, before he can react, he pulls me into a tight embrace.

“Of course, you’d be here. Cast any spells, Muñeca?” he says, shaking his head and turning back towards Sierra.

Sierra’s arms cross tightly over her chest. “Don’t be a dick, Demon. She’s allowed to do whatever the fuck she wants.” She seethes.

“I specifically told her not to spend her time with you here, Muñeca,” Julian teases, turning back towards me, “so, you met with Dario, Hermana?”

“Uh yeah, and I don’t like the fact that regardless I’m being forced into a marriage I don’t want.” I pout, wishing he’d tell me some sort of good news regarding my impending doom.

“Just keep an open mind. Dario is already engaged to be married, so we know it’s not him.” I refrain from rolling my eyes as Marcelo’s cold, icy stare hardens the longer he glares at Enzo.

“What happened in Italy?” I direct the question to Marcelo, and then Julian. I don’t even bother glaring at Rafa, since he’s already tossing back shot after shot of tequila like he’s drinking a glass of water.

“It’s none of your concern,” Marcelo declares, ending the conversation before it even starts. Inside, my frustration and anger continue to build. I still feel like a little kid being protected by her brothers. They withhold information, still viewing me as the vulnerable child from 18 years ago. The one who needed protecting, the one who watched our mother die.

“We need to go. Father is waiting for us,” Marcelo says before striding back towards the door, my other brothers trailing close behind. Julian glances over his shoulder in my direction, before disappearing into the distance.

I briefly wrap my arm around Sierra, “I love you. I’ll come back and give you the details,” I whisper. Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes this time. Her eyebrows knit in concern as she glances towards the exit and nods. Steeling myself, I prepare for the wrath of my father,that vile man who owns everyone in the world.

1. *Que carajos hiciste – What the fuck did you do?

Chapter 24

The moment we fling open the front door, we all pause and see an extremely angry dark-haired man yelling my name. I want to disappear but Enzo holds me back, not letting me go as the eyes similar to my own glare at me, as if he were planning my death for the betrayal. My brothers surround me behind Enzo, practically forming a wall to block my father.

“Catalina Adriana Dominguez. Why the fuck am I hearing that your brothers went to Italy for help!” He snarls. His eyes widen at the way Enzo pulls me even more behind him. The silence stretches on for what feels like hours as he switches his glare from Enzo back to me. Father closes the distance and stands directly in front of Enzo, jabbing his chubby fingers at him.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” He bellows.

I can barely see him from behind Enzo, yet his stern voice still makes me tremble. I tilt my head back and forth, as if trying to crack my neck, in some failed attempt to gather all the courage I need. I gently place a hand on Enzo’s arm, and nod, signaling him to move enough for me to see father more clearly. My brothers watch the interaction, without giving away their surprise or any sort of reaction to the way Enzo protects me. It’s certainly not like a bodyguard, but more like a lover.

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