Page 10 of Ruthless Secrets
I’m all for sex without strings. It’s just easier that way.
But this woman has me questioning that rule. There’s something so intriguing about her.
She has a fire to her that I find sexy as hell. She knew what she wanted, and she didn’t stop until she got it, and I like that.
I could stay…
The thought of waking up in a few hours’ time and pulling her on top of me and finishing off what we started has my cock twitching.
I want a chance to properly admire every curve, to learn every sound she makes as I make her come.
But my brother is waiting for me back in Forest Hills and unfortunately for me, our enemies don’t wait for anyone.Especially,beautiful women.
As much as I hate to leave, it’s probably a good thing.
It’s clear that this girl is hurting, and the last thing she needs is to get caught up with somebody like me.
Plus, I can’t afford any distractions right now. My priority is the De Luca family, and it has to stay that way.
That’s not to say that things will always be this way.
My brother has proven that to me over the past few years. He’s somehow been able to juggle his responsibilities as a Don alongside being a loving husband and father.
I used to think that a life like that could never be in the cards for me, considering how my last relationship ended.
But seeing Andre with Lila has opened my eyes to the possibility of having a family.
Just not right now.
I slowly slide my arm out from underneath her sleeping body and gingerly climb out of bed. All the lights are still on in the room, so I take a moment to admire her sleeping form.
She really is breathtaking.
As if she can sense me watching her, she lets out a sigh and stretches her arms above her head. It’s like she’s trying to taunt me by giving me the perfect view of what I’ll be missing.
Fuck, I really don’t want to leave.
I grab my clothes and start pulling them on before mycock has a chance to get fully hard and I lose the ability to think rationally.
Just as I’m fastening the last few buttons on my shirt, I spy the white beaded bag that she was carrying last night on the couch.
I quickly look back at the bed to check she’s still sleeping before creeping across the room and snatching up the bag.
“Let’s find out who you are…”
I unclasp it and immediately spy a card holder.
I know this is a huge invasion of privacy, but I at least want to know this woman’s name. Not that I need to know a name for one of my private investigators to track her down, but I still want it.
I pull out her license and snap a picture of it on my phone before I have a chance to talk myself out of it.
After I’ve returned her bag to the exact spot it was last night, I creep back over to the bed and pick the comforter up from where it fell on the floor and drape it over her naked body.
One thing I know for sure is that when the time is right, Iwillbe seeing her again.
“Goodbye for now,Clara,” I whisper before slipping out of the room.
It’s almost three in the morning, but that means nothing to the citizens of New York. Music is still blaring out from neighboring bars, and cabs are still honking their horns as they fight their way through the traffic.
