Page 109 of Our Broken Pieces
I tuck a curl behind her ear. “We will after dinner, I’m sure.”
“I have to wait until after dinner?” One of her hands drops to cup my dick in my pants.
I grab her wrist. “Remember your lesson in patience, Gigi?”
She smiles and I watch her eyes drift with the memory. “I remember.”
“Don’t make me repeat a lesson, princess.” I kiss her wrist and release her arm. “By the way, we’re doing dinner just the two of us tonight, then we’ll have all day with the crew tomorrow.”
Her forehead creases. “Okay. Any reason why?”
“I just wanted you to myself after traveling all day.”
Her smile returns. “Alright. I’m going to go get in my swimsuit.” She raises on her toes and kisses my cheek.
I smile as I watch her bounce to one of the bedrooms to change. Seeing her happy is helping to calm my nerves. Tonight, I’m going to tell her I’m done faking it all. I want her in my life without an end date. I want her to be mine.
Chapter Seventy-Five
Gigi
After spending some time on the beach, Marcus and I head back to the room to get ready for dinner. While the guys stayed in the water, us girls soaked up the sun, sipping on fruity drinks. I slathered on sunscreen at least ten times, determined not to get sunburned—the struggle of having fair skin.
Once my curls are set and a swipe of lip gloss is added, I reach for my dress from the wardrobe. It’s a deep red, form-fitting, and stops mid-thigh. I smile as I slip it on, knowing Marcus will appreciate the fact that I’m following his playful rule—no panties tonight. It’s silly, but I enjoy making him happy.
I grab my heels and head out to the living area. Marcus is sitting in a chair, watching a sports channel. He’s in black shorts and a black short-sleeved linen shirt. With his dark curls, healmost looks like a tropical mob prince. He notices me, his eyes scanning me from tits to toes.
“You look nice, princess.”
I walk to him, sitting in his lap, his arms wrapping around me. “You do, too. You look like an island mob boss.”
He glances down at his shirt. “Should I change?”
“Nope. I’ll just imagine I’m a mob wife, like in one of my books, all evening.”
“Sometimes I question your reading material.”
“Don’t knock it till you try it, prince. One day, I’m going to make you read a couple of them.”
“I’m so sure. Are you ready to go?”
I drop my heels to the floor, placing my hand on his arm to steady myself as I put them on. “Ready!”
“Let’s go.”
I’ve never seen a sunset like the one unfolding before my eyes at this moment. We had dinner beach-side, and as we wait for our desserts, the sky is a mixture of warm pinks, oranges, and purples. It’s amazing.
Marcus leans back in his chair, his hand on my thigh, his fingers moving on my skin. “I wish we had sunsets like this back home.”
“Right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen colors like this before.”
Our server places our chocolate torte on the table. Marcus turns to me. “Gigi?”
I’m grabbing a spoon, but when I see the look in his eyes, I pause. “Yeah?”
“I’m rethinking our arrangement.”
His words cause a sick feeling in my stomach. I knew this was too good to be true. I brace myself for the rejection I feel coming, my heart breaking in my chest. “What does that mean?”
