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He doesn’t have a clue, but I take it in the spirit to which it was given.
“Thank you.”
We fall back into silence, and I catch myself staring at him through his rearview mirror.
His lips look so soft and inviting. His hair is just long enough to grab onto. The goatee seems like it would be the perfect roughness on the inside of my thighs.
WOW, ok, get a hold of yourself.
I clear my throat, and his face lifts up to look at me for once. I avert my eyes but can’t hide the blush on my cheeks.
“Would you like the air conditioner?” I shake my head and adjust my legs, rubbing them slightly to try to alleviate the ache I caused with my own damn inappropriate thoughts.
“How about some water? There’s a cooler in the center console. Help yourself. You looked flushed. If you need me to pull over, just let me know.” I smile and reach for the water, suddenly feeling really dry.
That’s cause all the liquid in your body is pooling in your panties, you nasty girl.
I sip the water and keep my eyes to myself.
He occasionally tries to start polite conversations, but I’m too distracted to answer more than a few words. By the time we get to the mansion, I’m ready to run out of this car like a bat outta hell.
I’ve never been alone with a stranger that long.
Definitely not a man, and was not prepared for my body’s reaction. I feel like I’m in heat. Nothing more than a panting bitch waiting to be fucked. Which, of course, is no longer possible for me.
The thought is depressing as hell.
Then, when I step out of the car, I come face-to-face with Marco as soon as I walk in the house. It’s like an ice bath that I desperately needed. All thoughts of sex, gone!
Let the lecture begin.
Chapter
Fifteen
“I saidI’d marry someone you approved, but that didn’t mean now! I’m still in college. I’d like to at least work in my field before you saddle me with an arranged loveless marriage so that I can start popping out babies.” I cross my arms and stare at my feet.
I know better than to talk back to my father, but if I don’t stand up for myself now, I’ll end up with some sixty-year-old man who doesn’t speak English.
“Your father needs a male heir.” My bio dad says through his teeth.
“Alfonso Torelli is not my father, you are!” His hand flies out too quickly for me to brace for the hit.
My head smacks into the wall, stunning me badly enough that my knees wobble in my heels, and I stumble to the ground.
“Have you any clue how hard it’s been for me to watch you grow up under that man’s care? I did it for you! Be grateful and do as you’re told.” Marco storms off, leaving me staring at his back while I cup my stinging cheek.
“Chikita, I’ve told you not to upset him. He has never had the temperament to nurture. Come, let us put some ice on that before it bruises more than necessary.” Alfonso offers me his wrinkled old hand to help me stand.
“Is being my daughter really such a chore? You live in luxury and want for nothing. All I ask is for some bambinos.” He spreads his hands as I imagine he wants me to spread my legs to give him just that.
“I love you like a real father, Alfie, but it would be nice if he gave a shit about me. Just once, I want him to choose me first.” My old man chuckles at me.
“You want a bear to learn new tricks? That is not how our lives work. He either follows orders or he dies. Let us talk of happier things. You know I detest business at the table.” He pulls out my chair at the dining room table, and I sit like I was taught.
“You’re right, as always.” I smile at him as he puts some ice from the wine bucket into a napkin before bringing it up to my cheek.
“He made you bleed.” He sucks his teeth, and it’s like he let the ice on my face slither down my spine.
