Page 67 of His Good Girl
Grinning, despite my nerves, I decide I love Francesca. She gathers me to her in a tight hug like she did with Rue, and I nearly weep at the sudden emotion that goes over me. My mother-slash-aunt has never hugged me in quite such an emotive way before. A quick squeeze or shoulder hug is her go-to. This is a proper embrace. Knowing I have to speak to my mother-aunt-whatever soon, I step back, feeling a bit dejected that the thought ruined my moment with Francesca.
“Beautiful,” Francesca says, her dark hair bouncing in waves around her.
“Thank you, Mrs. Di’Castello. You are a vision.”
“Oh!” she cries. “Call meFrrrancesca!” She holds her arm up dramatically, sending a waft of expensive perfume in my direction as she rolls her R, making me giggle.
“Francesca.”
She smiles and turns to her husband. “Viktor, don’t just stand there; say hello to our daughter’s wonderful new friend.”
Shyly giving the devastatingly handsome man a small, awkward wave, he steps forward to give me a hug as well, surprising me into making a muffled ‘oof’ sound as he crushes me.
“As pretty as Rue said,” he croons, his voice making me want him to sing to me or even just keep talking.
Catching Rue’s eye, she’s giggling, clearly at home with her parent's ostentatious behavior. I’m in awe. They’re magnificent.
“We shall all ride together,” Francesca says, sweeping back over to Rue to brush a stray lock of hair away from her eyes.
“No, that’s okay, Mom. We’ve got a car coming.”
“Cancel it.”
I feel like it’s an order I wouldn’t argue with, even on my most ornery day. The confidence I thought I had when I first yelled at Rue has vanished over the last few days, having been battered and swept off my feet by events. I wonder if that bit of mean girl even still exists in my soul anymore.
“Okay,” Rue mutters and pulls out her phone.
“Come,” Francesca says, looping her arm through Viktor’s and leading us out.
Exchanging an impressed look with Rue, who just rolls her eyes, we head out. I have no idea who they are to Logan’s company, but I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this ride a lot more than when I thought it was going to be Rue and me and my nerves.
Chapter37
Logan
My heart nearly stops when I see Serena enter the ballroom of the Courts hotel. It’s a lavish building with embossed gold and gilded mirrors, a rich red carpeted floor, and chandeliers. It’s the Carter & Jeffers Annual Christmas ball, which only reminds me that another year is almost over. I refuse to go into the new one without Serena. Knowing I had no choice but to call Viktor and go around Quentin has set my nerves on edge, but only because I’m afraid of Serena getting caught in the crossfire. I can only hope that Rue will act fast if things go sideways and get my girl to safety. I’m banking a lot on her, which makes me feel slightly sick, but I feel she is invested in her relationship with Serena. She won’t throw her to the wolves to save herself.
I hope.
Aching to go to Serena and embrace her, finally kiss her before I take her upstairs to ravage her, I know I can’t. There are things that need to happen first. Catching Viktor’s eye, he gestures with his head for me to move off to the side while Francesca commandeers her daughter and Serena, plying them with Champagne from the passing servers.
Giving Serena a last lingering look, my cock going hard at the sight of her in that dress and that sexy mask, I feel my anger flare up that every man in this room can see her delectable curves. They will be imagining sliding their cocks between her luscious tits before plunging between her cherry red lips, visible below the black mask she is wearing that covers her eyes and nose. So far, there has been no sign of Quentin, but Guy has eyes and ears everywhere, so I’m reassured for the moment that Serena is safe.
“Logan.” Viktor extends his hand for me to shake when we meet up on the other side of the ballroom. “Let’s walk.” He leads me through one of the archways out into the lobby of the hotel.
“I realize that Rue coming clean about your intentions was probably not what you had in mind, but you see my predicament.”
“I do. The girl is spectacular.”
Jealousy fires up, but his tone is bland. He is renowned for not having eyes for anyone but his wife, so I shouldn’t be jealous of his words about Serena.
“She is,” I murmur.
“This does bring forward the plans we were hoping for, but if you want the position, it’s yours. You have impressed us for many years. You have been loyal, and your contributions to the Society have been greatly appreciated. But more than that, I feel you were always destined for great things, Logan. Your professional accomplishments are outstanding, and the Society will be lucky to have you as a high-ranking member. The South-West Sector is in desperate need of new blood at the top. Tony has become complacent and lazy.”
His disgust at that makes me hide my smile, but his words have startled me. Head of the South-West Sector is not what I was expecting. That encompasses an extremely large area. I expected to get one step above Quentin as Head of the Tri-City region of Grove City, Glenridge, and Sinnsfeld. The area Viktor is talking about reaches as far south as Coe Bay and as north as Wicksend.
“You appear confused.”
