some footage for you. Would you like it with or without sound?” I feel like a complete and utter prick when I lock my hooded eyes with hers and mutter, “I’m sure you understand how vocal some women are when they’re being fed a healthy dose of dick.”
Roxanne looks set to blow her top. She’s red-faced, her fists are clenched, and steam is almost billowing out of her ears, but she keeps her cool—mostly. “You can order someone to pack my bags, you can march me onto a plane on the shoulder of one of your goons, but you will never be rid of me…” she tightens her arms under her chest, all sassy like, “… because I’m unforgettable.”
“My wife said that once too. She soon learned otherwise. I can only hope it won’t take my mistress quite as long.”
That was a low blow. I know it, and so the fuck does Roxanne.
“You… you… ugh!”
On her way out, she slams the door shut so hard, it knocks a priceless painting from the wall. I could pick it up, but it’s broken frame and shattered glass adds to my ruse that I’m done with her. Not even a woman known for her theatrics can hold back the urge to drink in a daily dose of drama. “Someone isn’t happy. Did she misread the fine print that discloses the Petrettis don’t do monogamy?”
Knowing Theresa will never fall for the sweet-guy act, I bring out the asshole gene I was gifted from my father. “Or perhaps she also doesn’t appreciate walking in on her understudy giving me head.”
Air whizzes out of her thin nose as her eyes slit. “You invite me to some Hicksville mansion on the guise you want to talk shop, then insult me within a second of arrival. If I wanted to be treated like scum, I would have accepted your father’s many offers to become your step-mommy.”
“I like the way you said that as if you haven’t had my father’s withered dick between your legs. It was very authentic.” I stand from my chair, button my suit jacket, then gesture for her to join me for a late-afternoon drink at a crystal bar set up next to two leather couches. “I have a business proposal for you. An easy exchange. Shouldn’t take you any longer than thirty minutes.”
Theresa paces to my side of the room with her hips swinging and her eyes brimming with hope. “Is this the real reason you invited me here, to discuss business?”
I work the disappointment in her voice through my ears three times before benefiting from it. “For the most part.” After placing a whiskey decanter onto a round table, I track the back of my finger down Theresa’s cheek before moving my hand to the throb in her throat. I’m not surprised when the vein in her neck doubles its beeps when my touch switches from gentle to dominant. She is as kinky as she is corrupt. “But I’ve also been recalling the fun we had before my girlfriend’s pregnancy forced her to become my wife.”
“You’re married?” She plays the scorned victim well, but I’m not buying her act. The grip I have on her throat relayed the increase in her pulse from my confession, not to mention the cruel curve of her lips. “Is she still in the picture?”
“She is.” I release her from my grip, then push her away from me with a demoralizing shove, smirking when she almost tumbles to the floor. “For now. I’m not sure how much longer I can put up with her nagging, though.”
I swallow down a double whiskey faster than intended when Theresa mutters, “Perhaps if you didn’t sleep around, she’d quit nagging.” I feel a little dirty when she rights herself before she runs her nails across my pecs. “What do you need from me, Dimi? A public fuck? A shakedown? I could order one of my cousins to pay her a visit.”
I pretend to consider her options for a couple of seconds before saying, “I need her to go away for a little while. Not permanently. Just until her voice stops ringing in my ears. I heard you might know of a place.” While I shift on my feet to face her, I make sure my face is showcasing the infamous half-smirk she’s obsessed with. “Somewhere like the establishment you sent Megan to.”
“I didn’t send Megan anywhere…” Her smile would have you believing you’re looking at an angel. She’s attractive, she just has