Page 4 of Octavious
His tight jeans and even tighter shirt showcase everything he is trying to show off. Iago and his boyfriend of two years broke up last night and he’s eager to get back out there.
I do one final look at myself before deciding this is as good as it is going to get. I’m always going to have the palest olive skin tone and the grey eyes that seem too close together. I’m always going to have chubby cheeks which make me look more innocent than I would like. My dark hair is in loose curls around my face and I’m hoping I look somewhat presentable.
“Yeah, I guess. Are you sure this is a good place?”
Iago knows what I’m asking. There are a lot of places in this country that don’t like The Baros Family. Iago and I have done our best to stay out of it as much as we can, but people know who we are. It isn’t a secret.
Iago chuckles. “Of course it is, sugar plum,” he murmurs with a condescending tone.
I roll my eyes and smooth on a little more lip gloss. “Are we taking yours or mine?”
I’m hoping he says we are taking his car because mine is trashed. I haven’t had the chance to get rid of all of my junk food evidence. Plus, I jumped off the bandwagon of not drinking the expensive coffee drinks. You know the ones I’m talking about. Don’t act like you don’t know.
“We can take mine,” he whistles and starts tapping his foot on the floor to get me to hurry up.
Thirty minutes later, we are pulling into one of the most prestigious ski lodges in the area. You don’t grow up near a mountain and not learn to ski. This is the ski lodge that you go to as long as you have a membership, and lucky for us we do.
My car door is opened for me the second we pull up to the valet. The tall man with the stunningly white blazer is holding his hand out for me to grab to help me out of Iago’s Ferrari.
The Ferrari was a gift to Iago from his dad, who works for my dad, as the last-ditch effort to get Iago to join The Baros Family. My best friend turned them down because he doesn’t want to be a made man. But he kept the car.
Looking up at the ski lodge which is covered in windows and plush snow makes me already forget how I watched my fiancé get murdered.
“Did you book a room?” I ask.
My bags are being gathered and wheeled over to me by the valet. The man looks at me sideways and shakes his head in a way that tells me he knows who I am. Just great. The last thing I want to do this weekend is to be dealing with all of these people looking at me like I’m a zoo animal.
“Yeah, butterbear. I got us two rooms that are conjoined.”
That little sneak is expecting to pull a man while we’re here! That is the only reason why he would get us two rooms. Asshole. I needed some fun with my best friend, not a booty call.
Chapter Four
Vera
Our bags are taken to our respective rooms before we are done checking in. One of the perks of being who we are, we typically don’t have to wait long for things to get done.
“Are you sure I look okay?” I mutter to Iago who looks like he stepped off a ski model’s magazine. His beauty is off the charts.
He fake growls at me. “Of course, you are beautiful! You know how gorgeous you are!”
I want to shove him for being so nice. The last thing I feel is beautiful right now. I feel like an idiot who was almost married to a man who was probably banging half of our town in Greece.
“Servos’ family had his funeral today,” Iago mentions casually.
A reminder of the horrible person I am by bringing up the funeral of my deceased fiancé which I didn’t attend. I couldn’t bring myself to attend the funeral after everything that happened. I couldn’t see his parents and have them ask me what happened and why Servos had to die.
It was never a consideration to go to the funeral. I just automatically decided on not going. I couldn’t do that to his family.
I nod and summon the waitress once we get into the restaurant. I need something to take the edge off and something to help me relax. I’m too stressed out about this whole thing and there is nothing I could have done about it.
The first two days I spent in bed was to think about how I could have saved Servos. Was there a possible way to have saved him? I’m not sure. He fucked up by cheating on me. The two days after were spent in bed thinking about all the good and the bad times we had. Those thoughts manifested into how pissed I am at him. How I couldn’t believe he would cheat on me.
Iago understood all of my moods I was going through because he was on the opposite side that I was on. Iago is a notorious dater. He fucks everyone that walks by and doesn’t care if they have a dick or a pussy. The man will fuck them. Unfortunately for the men and women who are lucky enough to score him, he is going to cheat on them.
I love the man but he’s a big player.
Before you even think about asking, I have never fucked Iago. There is no way in hell I could have fucked him.
