Gone - Anna Brooks Page 0,51
clues I should have. When I went to Q with the information I had on your situation, I told him it was for a woman I was seeing, Isabel Reyes.” I grimace because Q knew, and I didn’t. “So while he was doing what he does, of course he figured it out.”
“I said Reyes because you asked for my full name. Which is true. I’m Isabel Reyes Antonetti. My mother’s maiden name is my middle name. I swear, swear I didn’t not tell you because I was being misleading.”
“I didn’t think you were, Iz. Do I feel like a dumbass because I didn’t figure it out? Hell yeah, I do. But at the end of the day, my defense is that you were so much on my mind that I didn’t think to look at anything beyond what was in front of my face.”
“That’s also why I didn’t tell you. When I figured it out, I honestly just forgot about it because all I could think about was you, and it simply never got brought up.” She bites her lip. “You’re really not mad?”
I shake my head. “No, baby girl. I’m not mad.”
“Good.”
The oven timer goes off, and she hops down. When she bends over, I shamelessly check out her ass and can’t wait to get my hands on it later. “What did you make?”
She pulls out a heavy ceramic dish and then sets it on the stove. Chicken Parmesan. My stomach was already rumbling, knowing that she had something for me because it smelled delicious, but the fact that it’s one of my favorite meals is awesome.
I dig in as soon as she sets a plate down, devouring the perfection that she baked. Her father’s side of the family owns an Italian restaurant, and I’ve eaten some of the food Gio’s mother has made before, so it totally explains why my girl is such a good cook. “Did you know this is one of my favorites?”
She shakes her head and takes a final bite of her food. “No. Actually, I didn’t. It’s one of my favorites too, so I try to make it a lot.”
I set my napkin on my plate. “You know what my absolute favorite thing to eat is?”
The tone in my voice makes a rush of pink stain her cheeks. “What would that be?”
“How about instead of telling you, I show you how much I like eating my Izzy baby’s sweet pussy.” Pushing my chair back, I drop to my knees in front of her and tug her ass down so she’s almost hanging off the seat. I run my hands up her thighs until they reach the waistband of her leggings and tug them down, immediately swiping my tongue through her slick folds. “Delicious.” She moans, and I dive right back in, showing her exactly how much I like eating my favorite thing.
* * *
After another round of the most unbelievably fantastic sex, we’re lying in bed, facing each other. I yank the covers up to my waist, but she pulls her side up to her shoulders. Her lips part slightly, and she closes them before saying something. “What?”
She subtly shakes her head. “Nothing.”
“Not nothing. You were going to say something or ask something.”
I watch as she swallows and builds the courage to speak, which I don’t like. “Izzy baby, don’t hesitate with what’s on your mind. I’m your man, and you can trust me with anything. I’ll never judge you or—”
“I know that. It has nothing to do with that.” She interrupts me. “I just don’t know if I want to know the answer.”
“What’s the question?”
She bites her lip, and I’ve noticed she does that when she’s nervous. “I was just wondering about Laila. What happened with the two of you and how she ended up with Jordan.”
Shit. I still need to tell her about that bitch being here earlier. We’ve had enough today, so I’ll wait until tomorrow to share that. The tale I’m about to tell is enough for tonight. “Laila and I met in high school. She and I were in several classes together and started talking. One thing led to another, and by senior year, we were discussing plans for the future. We got married after we graduated because it just seemed like the natural progression. Jordan was a year ahead of me and already in med school and I was never going to be a doctor, much to my parent’s disapproval. I started college for business, where I was