have the answer to your question, could you please leave? I’ve had a long day, and I’d like to go to bed.”
Part of me wanted to apologize for jumping to conclusions, but then I remembered why I’d come here in the first place. It didn’t matter whom she was with. She could have been with the Pope. It didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t here at my convenience. I didn’t care that it wasn’t fair. That was the deal. I owed her no courtesy, and she wouldn’t get an ounce from me.
“Perhaps I should be asking that question of you. But we both already know the answer is that you’re an amoral bitch. In case you’ve forgotten, let me refresh your memory. I was more than prepared to write you a check to disappear from my life forever which you declined.”
She narrowed her gaze and folded her arms over her ample breasts. I fought to keep my eyes on her face instead of staring at her body that tempted me to do things that would make even the staunchest sinner blush. “What does that have to do with you waiting in my house like a damn stalker?”
“Seems as if you’ve forgotten another important detail my dear. This is my house. You’re only here on my largess. And I’m the one asking the questions here. Anyway, after you not so graciously declined, I was ready to wash my hands of you. I was quite willing to never even speak your name again, but you were the one who contacted me. Do you remember?”
Frankie flared her nostrils before giving me a curt nod.
“You’re an adult, Francesca, use your words.”
“Yes, but I don’t—”
“When I told you I’m no longer interested, you came to my office and begged me. Even dropped to your knees like a good little cocksucker to show me how desperate you were. Am I right?”
She shook her head. “You bastard.”
“Is that a yes?”
“I hate you so much right now.” Her eyes spit fire, and I was certain that if she were capable of killing me with her glare, Kenny wouldn’t be the only son my mother had to bury.
“I’m sure you do. You hate me but not my money. But that’s not the answer to my question.”
“I don’t know what your point is but—”
“The point is that we made an agreement. That agreement stated that once the amount of money you requested hit your account, you belonged to me for the next two months. The fact that you weren’t available when I wanted you is a problem Francesca. I’m a simple man who believes in following through with a deal, and I’ve come to collect.”
I take a step closer to her, unable to ignore her scent which was driving me crazy. She might deny that she didn’t like what I did to her, but I could smell her arousal.
Frankie took a step backward. “I know what I agreed to, but you need to be reasonable. I’ve had a long day, and it’s very late. I’m exhausted and just want to go to bed. Maybe we can talk about this in the morning. Now I need you to leave please.” She attempted to walk around me, but I grabbed her arm refusing to let her past.
“No, we’re going to talk about this now, or else you can pack your shit and get out of this house right now. And in the meantime you can return the money I sent you, or I can make this a legal issue. Your choice.”
Her eyes still narrowed, she raised her chin defiantly before her shoulders slumped in what I could only assume was defeat. “I know you’re angry with me, but how was I supposed to know that you’d be in contact so soon. I have some things to take care of today that couldn’t be put off. My brother—”
I shrugged, uninterested in her excuses. “You can keep your story to yourself. That’s not why I came. But now that I’ve had a chance to think about the situation, I think it’s best that you pack your bags. You see, I can’t stomach the idea of fucking you in the house you used to share with my brother.”
“But you have no problem fucking me otherwise?” She spat the words with such venom that she made herself sound as if she was the wronged party in the situation.
Again I shrugged. “Nobody’s perfect.”
“So where am I supposed to go?”
“You’re coming home with me.”
Chapter Eight
Frankie
After what I’d