Page 302 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Please, Enzo,” she said, reaching for me. I let her take my hand. “I’m your wife.”
“I know what you are,” I answered.
“You have needs you keep denying yourself.” She stood and pressed her body against mine. “I can’t get us fucking out of my head. Your big, thick cock. How deep inside me you were. The noises you made as you came inside me. I felt like I mattered for the first time in my life. We’re married. Having a baby. Please…” She brushed her lips against mine. “I’m lonely, baby. I need you. You haven’t touched me in weeks. I’m scared, Enzo.”
I closed my eyes, fucking hating this shit.
“I have to work,” I repeated. “Once I get things sorted, I’ll be around more. I promise. I’ll be with you and the baby more. Then we can truly start our lives.”
“Promise, Eni?”
I winced at the gross nickname. “Yes, I promise.”
“OK.” She backed away.
“Be a good girl for me and take care of my baby. We will find out the sex soon. I’m excited to know.”
Her eyes lit up, and she nodded. “OK.”
“I’ll see you later. Jake and Camden will be here with you.”
She rolled her eyes and let out a huff. “I hate them. They’re no fun.”
“They’re not meant to be fun.” I kissed the top of her head, nausea churning in my guts.
Play the game. Play the game. Play the fucking game. For Fox. For E. For Rosalie.
It was killing me to play the fucking game.
I plastered a smile on my face and backed away, leaving her looking like she’d won the fucking world.
Stupid bitch.
“How’s married life?”Dom asked as he stared at me from across the table in Cole and E’s apartment.
“Fucking marvelous,” I muttered.
“You know what’s fucking weird?” Levin cut in. “I’ve fucked your wife.”
“You know what’s weirder? So has Drake, and I’m pretty sure Fallon ate her out before,” Vin added, shooting a smirk at Fallon, who wrinkled his nose. “Over half the kings have had your woman, De Luca. That’s rough.”
“I was drunk as fuck. Doesn’t count,” Fallon said, waving Vin off. “Sloppy as fuck pussy. Felt like I was having an all-you-can-eat roast beef buffet at Arby’s.” He glanced at me. “No offense.”
“None taken,” I said with a sigh.
“You know what’s even weirder?” Cole stomped in, flopped down in a chair, and looked to Levin. “Our girl fucked your old man.”
I knew he was going to say something fucking stupid. We hadn’t told Levin or the guys about Rosalie’s latest escapades. In fact, I thought it best we didn’t, but Cole was in a mood and was being a pain in the ass. We couldn’t find her and decided to meet with the kings to see what news they had.
“What?” Levin asked, his face paling.
“Yeah. Fun, huh? Apparently, your old man still gets laid.” Cole scowled.
“That’s why you have that black eye?” Vin smirked at me. “Tried to put Klaus in his place?”
“Fuck off, Valentino,” Cole muttered.
“Wait. What?” Levin asked again. “My old man and… Rosalie?”
