Page 40 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
With the way my sister had shut my ass out as soon as she got to that damn school, I didn’t think that would’ve been the move for Pearla, but the brightness my little spill put on Pia’s face had me feeling good.
“Yeah, we need to link them ASAP. Text me as soon as she touches down.”
“Will do.”
I turned to ask Jisei about coming over soon to play with baby Ezio when Dasani reappeared. Her dazzling attire screamed, “This is my party,” and with the way her body was slightly swaying, I could tell she was feeling the overpriced champagne. She smiled before saying, “Forgive us, Glow. I need to snatch the ladies away real quick. Have something else todrink since you haven’t touched that glass. We will be right back.”
I nodded, refusing to let them see my crushed feelings. The rest of the ladies gave me what felt like sympathetic smiles as they followed Dasani out of the room, leaving me with the fragrances, DJ, and the elders who were on the dance floor, getting it. Just that fast, I’d gone from indulging in conversation to being ostracized. The chemist had done their job and was now packed up and gone, so the party had officially kicked off. The men had come up, picked out their fragrances, and disappeared, so I was assuming that’s where the women went.
Leaning against the wall to relieve my foot of pain, I took a tiny sip of champagne to ease my nerves.
“Who got you over here looking all sad, Greedy?”
Jumping, I placed my hand on my chest as my woeful thoughts were interrupted. His eyes drifted from mine to my shoulders and then to my breasts, which the bow did a poor job of concealing. I was tastefully dressed, mindful of the many married men in the room, but being sexy had slowly become an intricate part of my brand. He licked his slightly darkened lips and set off fireworks in my panties.
Shit.
“See, you not living right. Scary ass,” he stated in a chuckle.
Tunan.
The store runner.
My impromptu date.
It was pitiful how the sight of him made my panties cream. I’d tried hard to forget that shameful night, but anytime I came in contact with my vagina, whether I was relieving my bladder or cleaning myself in the shower, I’d set my honey pot on fire with yearning. How can one night—one fucking man—leave an impression that showed no signs of dispersing? Just like that night, he looked and smelled delicious next to me, and just likethat night, he was out of dress code. I’d quickly learned that Tunan wasn’t a rule follower.
When he showed up instead of Shio for dinner, he made my followers fall in love with him. I would have never believed he’d be the one to break my celibacy. All it took was half-eaten food and a riding through the city, while I gawked at him like a smitten girl, for him to fuck me on the worn, back seat of his ancient-ass car like I was a groupie. You’d think he was the one with the millions of followers, the way I let him bust my ass wide open. Just thinking about it had my cheeks on fire.
I knew he had some ties to Shio, since he sent him as a replacement, but the last place I thought I’d see him again was here at the Rinaldi estates. Honestly, I was hoping to never see him again. I told myself I was going to forget that night. Hell, I’d even toldhimthat. As for the video of us at the restaurant, I’d yet to edit and upload. I didn’t want to deal with all the think pieces in the comments or be reminded of that night. I was shocked my sister hadn't mentioned the live, or that no one had screen recorded it. The next day, when I came to my senses, I nearly had a panic attack waiting for someone to tag me in some clips taken from the live. It had been weeks, though, and so far, so good.
Mocha was chronically online, and even she hadn’t said anything. That was nobody but God. Tunan was fine, and the dick was immaculate, but that night should have never happened. I was supposed to end my night with Shio and be one step closer to the “in crowd,” but no, I had to open my legs for the nigga under him.
I cleared my throat and placed the flute on the stand beside me before responding. “I just wasn’t expecting you, is all.”
The smoldering flame I saw in his eyes startled me. He was so damn attractive. I was hoping I’d imagined his good looks the other night, or that the alcohol had adjusted my eyesight, but nope. This man was fine as hell. The best way to forget a fuckwas to be embarrassed by it. Looking at this man in the daylight made me quickly realize I wasn’t forgetting shit. His smooth, dark coffee skin didn’t have a single blemish. His lips were the perfect shape for his face, well moisturized from either his wet tongue or some lip balm. His brows were unruly but shaped up just like his haircut, and both fit the hardness of him seamlessly. I fought hard not to come right on the spot from checking him out. And although he wasn't dressed for the occasion, the simple jean shorts, fitted T-shirt, and all-white Air Force Ones looked damn good on him.
When he leaned back with a slightly amused look on his face, the soft gust of his cologne rushed me, and damn, the man smelled heavenly.
“Oh.” He placed his fist to his mouth, while I attempted to compose myself. “The store runner don’t belong in the Don’s mansion, huh?”
My eyes bucked, and I nearly tripped over my own feet rushing to place my hand over his mouth. Looking around, I was inspecting the nearby crowd to see if anyone had heard his loudmouth ass. He hadn’t made a move to remove my hand, but when I felt his lips smile against my palm, I dropped it. That fast, I could smell him on me from being so close to him. The last thing I needed was to be carrying the scent of a man who’d made me come harder than I ever had. However, something told me that the scent wasn’t on my clothing, but instead, in my mind. This nigga was doing something to me without doing anything at all.
“Don’t say that,” I told him as I rubbed my hands down my pants.
“Don’t say what?”
“Don. Call himDemisearound me.”
“For what? That nigga the Don.”
“Tunan…” I warned as I tilted my head.
He grinned, sending electrical currents all through my body. “Your hand tastes good, Greedy.”
“Boy! You licked me?”
He licked his lips again. “Shit, my tongue was halfway outta my mouth when you cuffed it. It was inevitable, Greedy.”
