Page 39 of Vendetta

“We thought it would be best, considering yesterday’s turn of events.”

“How is you being here best?”

“Eleri.” He says, using my name for what I think is the first ever time. “You’re not stupid. You’re not some empty headed bimbo….”

“Thanks for clarifying that.”

He gives me a look that says ‘shut the fuck up for once’.

“…You know there’s something going on. Nico wants to make sure you’re safe. That you’re protected. That nothing further happens to you.”

“And what about him?” I say. “Who keeps Nico safe?”

“He’s a big boy. He’s more than capable of taking care of himself.”

I shake my head. That’s not a good answer in my opinion.

“You should wash.” He says sounding like my parent. I roll my eyes and head upstairs. He’s right I need to wash. I stink of sex. I can smell it oozing out of me, just like Nico’s cum right now.

When I’ve showered I come back down wearing a different robe but a robe all the same. Preston looks at me as if I’m doing it on purpose. Flaunting myself.

“I have nothing to wear.” I say.

He glances at his watch. “In little over an hour you will.” He replies.

I sigh. “I want a coffee.” I say as my stomach rumbles. “And maybe some food too.”

“You should probably take this pill sooner rather than later.” He says in a way that sounds like he wants to make sure I do.

I Ignore the underlying suggestion and simply nod as he slides it over the counter to me. He’s right anyway, the sooner I take it the more effective it will be.

“How do you like your eggs?” I say picking up the phone.

“Excuse me?”

“I need food and I’m not going to eat alone.” I say. “Nor am I going to have you watching me.”

He laughs. We both know he’s seen enough of me to date. In fact all of Nico’s men have. But oddly someone watching me eat feels like a step to far, even though watching me fuck is okay? I shake my head at my absurd logic and try to ignore the growing arousal at the thought of Nico’s dick. God he is right, I am a whore for him, and I don’t think I want to change it.

When I’m done ordering and have taken the god damn tablet I sit opposite him, making a point of looking at him.

“What?” He says.

“Are you here to watch me?” I reply.

“I already said why I was here.”

I sigh. “I’m not a little girl. I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“Then why…”

“What did you do?” He asks cutting across me. “What exactly did you do to make him interested in you?”

I stare at him flabbergasted. “I don’t know.”

He snorts giving me a look that could almost be of derision.

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