Page 20 of Adore Me
My best girlfriend launched herself over the room and sat on my desk in front of me. "Tell me everything! Don't even leave out any information. None!"
Part of me didn't want to say anything out loud so I can continue to live with my fantasy, but the sex was phenomenal, and I had to brag. "He tied me to the bed and then blindfolded me, covered my ears and mouth. It was so hot! I never knew I could come that hard and that many times," I whispered the last sentence as I remember that we are at work.
"Holy fuck. That sounds so hot. How many times did you guys bang?"
I let out a snort and then dropped my mouth as I stared at her. "Bang? Jesus, Anne, how old are you?" She shrugged and I continued. "Once, but I think my body is overworked enough."
Chapter 19
Over the next couple of weeks, my life developed a schedule. I would go to work every day (I needed to catch up on paperwork, so my weekends were shot) and then come home to eat dinner with Vincent. Stella is a fantastic cook and always had a nice spread ready for us.
There were some nights that I would eat alone because Vincent was busy doing whatever it is, he does. Those nights, more often than not, I would fall asleep by myself, but I always woke up wrapped in my man. He didn't wake me up when he got home but I always fell asleep curled in his spot. I loved the smell of his side of the bed and the way it felt to be wrapped up in his scent.
Anne and my workload picked up dramatically and we were selling and listing properties all over Manhattan. Between our workload, I even managed to help Anne finish unpacking. We were both very excited about how well we were doing that we are even trying to plan a trip. Which is what we were doing on a Thursday in the office.
"I don't know about going out of state... where we would go?" Anne looked over at me and twirled her hair around her finger. She looked as beautiful as always in a spandex-y dress that flowed all over her body. Even without makeup, she still is stunning.
With my lips pursed, I thought about where to go... "Maybe we can do a spa trip or something. Get pampered and come back feeling refreshed and new." Personally, I thought the plan sounded genius. Hell, I want to go now.
She spun in her chair and kicked her shoes off after she stopped in front of her desk. "Yeah, that does sound fun. I think we should leave the guys at home though. I need some best friend time."
I raised my hands and did "spirit fingers" with them to show my excitement. "That sounds like so much fun. We can get a nice suite with maybe a pool in it or something!"
"Vans, what is your obsession with pools?" She balled up some paper and chucked it at me.
"What, I love to swim."
She rolled her eyes and looked at her ringing phone. "Yeah, we know which I is why don't swim in your pool. You nasty." Anne picked up her and did her greeting. "Anne Thomas- Rossi... Okay... Yes, of course... She is right here... Yes, she will be there."
I pushed a pile of files out of my way and glared at her over my laptop. "What?"
My best friend shrugged an put her hands out in the universalI don't knowgesture. "Vans, Sammy wants you to come meet him now. He is downstairs."
"What now?" I whined as I picked up my purse and keys. The building was busy, and I was slightly angry that I had to leave to do whatever this was supposed to be. I am just getting to the point where my work is getting caught up.
"Hello," Sammy said as I walked out of the building and over to his car. "Please, get in."
"What is this?" I asked as I buckled my seat belt and pulled out my phone. "This better not be one of those things where I get shot or drugged, right?"
Since he didn't laugh, I can only assume my sense of humor is not appreciated here. Tough crowd. "We will discuss it when we get to the club," he pulled away from the curb and drove a mile down the road before saying anything to me. "Please, we need to talk. Did you want me to call Moretti?"
I climbed out of the huge SUV and grabbed my purse. "Well, I am not sure what is happening. So, it’s up to you." With a shrug, I followed him.
We walked into the club and up the stairs to a secret room that needed a code to get in. He offered me a drink, but I turned it down. Frustration is rolling around in me and I just want to know why I am here. "Sammy, I really don't have the time to play games. What is going on?" I sat on the chair in front of the desk.
He took a breath and then let everything out. "The doctors from the hospital here called the detectives who arrested you. Now those detectives want you to give a statement about what happened to you."
I sat silent and didn't know what to say. In the back of my mind I have been wondering when this would happen. No matter what happens, I always end up on their radar. Thankfully, I knew that Sammy would tell me what I needed to say.
It was almost as if he were silent to figure out my reaction and all I wanted to do was scream and run away. "The man that shot you has paid for your hospital bills. Now, I am asking you to not talk to the cops about what happened. We will handle this through our own methods. You can't talk to the cops because it will create a bigger problem."
Can I get away with hiding under the bed? That's all I want to do; pull the blankets over the edge and wait for this to pass. "What are you asking me to do?" I wish I would have taken the drink.
Sammy has the amazing ability to remain unaffected and I want so badly to possess that skill. I feel as if I am too emotional with all of this and I just know that I need to stop being that way. He takes a drink and then looks at me. "Do not talk to anyone no matter what. I am asking you to give me the power to answer for you in this circumstance. I will promise to not ruin anything for you. This will go away."
At times like these, I wish I would have said that I wanted Vincent here. I want him to hold me and make this all go away. "What does Vincent think?"
"Pop doesn't have any say in this. This is between you and me. You are my client, and I have your privilege to speak for you?"
