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He was falling for his wife.
She met his eyes and the tension between them sharpened to a fine point. “Sometimes,” she whispered.
There you go, you asshole. You just had to ask, didn’t you?
She wanted her lover back. Hell, she was probably thinking about him while he was ogling her in the mirror like some kind of peeping Tom, longing to stroke himself in the darkness and appease this desire for her that was becoming unbearable.
He was tired of jerking off in the shower. It was time for him to let go of this fantasy.
“I’m sorry, Matteo.”
“No need.”
“I need to use the restroom.” She stood up, taking a large black bag with her, and this time he knew what she was doing. He’d have a good long while to sit here and stew over her rejection.
It’s for the best, and you know it. His mind went back to the annulment he needed to get when this was all over. That woman was forbidden fruit, and he sure as hell had better remember that.
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Breathe, Grace.
She rested her trembling hands on either side of the sink and closed her eyes. Her head was spinning with the first alcoholic buzz she’d had in nearly a year, she was hornier than she could remember being in her life, and that man out there was fishing for a reason to stick around.
He was sexy as hell and it was all she could do to keep from having a real honeymoon with her fake husband. Definitely not a good idea, considering he didn’t want to be stuck married to her forever.
So she’d lied.
She didn’t miss Nico’s father. Not ever. Sure, when she’d first come home with her broken heart she had, but after she learned he’d deliberately left her?
No way in hell.
She’d barely thought of him at all in the weeks since she’d married Matteo. When he did cross her mind, it was with a flash of annoyance or deep-seated anger, certainly not attraction and definitely not love.
No, all her desire was tied up with that man in the restaurant who’d bought her champagne and started asking her serious questions.
Champagne makes girls dance and drop their pants.
She could see him lying in the dark, watching her in the mirror night after night as she left herself uncovered for his pleasure. She could feel his mouth on her private places, her body shuddering with her intense climax, wishing he would fill her with his sweet cock.
But he hadn’t done it, all because he wanted his precious annulment.
You know he’s right about that. This is just a job to Matteo.
A deafening boom echoed through the walls and the bathroom went dark. Confusion mixed with a primal fear. She looked around at the inky blackness, not understanding what had happened.
Before she could even move her feet, she heard his voice in the darkness. “Grace!”
“I’m here!”
They reached each other and his hand found hers. “Come with me,” he yelled over the screams of people in the distance, pulling her out of the bathroom and into a thick wall of dust and smoke. There was some light here that managed to get through the heavy particles. Things crashed around them.
Matteo pulled her through the chaos toward the light. There were people everywhere, all trying to make their way out of the space at once, sharp pieces of the restaurant reaching out to scratch her, one slamming into her side, but Matteo kept pulling her, steady and strong. She could barely breathe by the time they reached open air.
Other people stood still in the street, but he pulled her through the crowd without slowing down. She wanted to ask him where he was going, but her lungs burned and all she could do was cough. Sirens wailed in the distance.
They went around a sharp corner and he stopped abruptly, pushing her backwards. “Get down!” He shoved her beside a rank dumpster and followed her down, pulling out a black handgun.
Where the hell did that come from?
