Page 224 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Did you talk to him?” she asked, her eyes wide. “About us?”
“Not yet,” I said, forcing out a smile for her. “I’m going to soon. He’s been busy working, and I’ve been busy with you, sugar lump.”
She fluttered her lashes at me.
Disgusting bitch. Eating it up like it was candy.
I made myself look so fucking pussy whipped for her; it was sickening me. And I hadn’t even had any pussy. I didn’t want it either, but I knew I’d likely have to fuck her at least once on our wedding night. I’d told Cole I wouldn’t, but I think he knew it was going to have to happen. There was no way I could not do it and keep up the charade. She’d be onto me. As it were, now I was trying to beat the bitch off with a stick.
“Do you think he wants to?” she pressed eagerly.
“I doubt he will. He’s been fucking everything that moves lately. I think he’s enjoying himself, so we might need to let him,” I lied. She wanted Cole to join us. There was no way in hell he would. He hated her more than I did, and that was saying something. He’d likely strangle her with his big cock.
The moment she’d asked about E, I slammed her against a wall and kissed her hard, citing that E and I weren’t getting along and that she belonged to me. I said I didn’t like the idea of them being together. I played it off like I was petty and jealous that he got to fuck her first. She ate that shit up, moaning softly and kissing me again.
I’d told her as far as I was concerned, the baby in her belly was mine, and E was just a mistake she made when she really wanted my dick.
She’d agreed, digging desperately at the button on my pants. I almost had to fuck her then, but luckily, Dmirtri called, pullingme away from it. I’d given him a thousand-dollar bonus for the happy accident.
She’d been on me ever since to finish what we’d started.
I wanted information on where the fuck Everett Church was. It was coming down to the point where I might have to use my dick to get it.
She pouted and moved her hand to rest high on my thigh. I winked at her, making her lick her lips.
“I want you,” she murmured. “Please? These pregnancy hormones have me so desperate for you, Enzo, baby.”
“Be a good girl and eat for me,” I said. “I want my baby strong and healthy.”
She giggled. “Please? I want to suck you off. Let me.” She scooted closer. “I could go under this table right now and do it. Get you off.”
I ground my teeth in irritation but forced out another smile. “Not in public.”
“Then in the car. I’m sure Christian won’t mind us in the back. Fucking.”
“Eat, Celeste,” I said as nicely as I could. “The baby needs it.”
“Don’t you love me?” She switched gears. “How will I know I’m not going to be disappointed our whole marriage? Huh? What if your dick is small? Then what?”
“My dick isn’t small,” I snapped at her.
“You won’t even fuck me. Maybe this isn’t going to work.” She pushed away from the table and got to her feet.
I closed my eyes. This was the end of the fucking road.
I stood and took her hand, sick to my stomach. Whether I wanted to or not, to win, to be at the top, sacrifices had to be made.
“I love you.” The lie made my guts twist. “Come on.”
She threw her arms around me. I nodded for one of my guys to get the check, and took her out to my Escalade, where Christian was waiting for us.
“We dropping her off, boss?” he asked as I helped her into the back.
“No.” I pulled out my phone and made a quick reservation at a nearby hotel. “Take me to Freedmon.”
He raised his brows. “The hotel?”
I nodded, knowing I had some of E’s magic sugar in my pocket. I’d make the bitch believe this shit happened. “Yeah. I, uh, need some time with my fiancée.”
