Twenty-Seven
759 Words
Niccolo
Ah, My little trouble maker was so shocked I knew about her husband.
Or maybe she was shocked about how little I give a s**t.
I f****d his wife, and we both know it. Maybe it would have been different if they cared about each other.
Truthfully, she hates his guts. And he hates hers. But she refused to divorce him, merely to torture him.
See, when shortly after we....stopped talking, she ran into a boy she liked in middle school. Apparently, it was whirlwind romance, and they got married.
Only, he was using her. Wanted her money. Her parents own property in France and a little cafe. Not much but enough to covet.
The whole time he had been cheating ok her. He told her, begged her to divorce him so he could on peace with his pregnant girlfriend.
My resentful little trouble maker wouldn't hear of it. He wanted a divorce, so she refused to give it to him.
I found out about the whole ordeal a week after we met up again.
I don't care. I want her. I have her. I'm not in love her, don't plan on marrying her, so everything should be fine.
"Niccoló," she whispers. "Can we talk somewhere private?"
I smirk, catching my cousins eye. I nod at him, to tell him I'll introduce her shortly.
Then I take her hand, and lead her upstairs. This is actually one of our seldom used estates. We only use it to host events. But there are bedrooms. I figure I could make use of one. Maybe even two.
When we're safely in a room, she blows up. "You knew!"
I smirk, eyeing her up and down.
"Of course I did."
"And you're fine with the fact I'm married?"
I pick her little body up, setting her on a dresser.
"If and when I'm not fine with it, I'll get rid of it."
I raise her skirts. "What do you mean?"
I decide to humor her. "Manon, if at any point and time, I don't like the fact that you're married, I'll take care of it."
She quivers her hair falling on her shoulders.
"I don't understand," Her voice breaks.
"Fine, in simpler terms: I will end the marriage for you, whether it means bribing a judge, or simply killing him. If I want it done, I'll find a way."
Her eyes widen. Gorgeous doe eyes, so innocent on this moment.
"Who are you?"
"For now? Yours. Enjoy while you can."
I kiss her deeply, stopping her questions. I pull back admiring her lingerie.
"I love this baby." she's so out of sorts it's adorable.
You'd think by now, she'd know what I'm capable of.
I rip the crotch from the lingerie, pulling out my c**k.
I line us up, teasing her entrance.
"Does it scare you," I whisper tauntingly. "Knowing?"
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me inside her warm depths.
"Does it feel like it?"
She clenched around me, making me groan.
No. It sure doesn't. We f**k, her moans echoing the room.
30 minutes later we head back down. I'm satisfied and in a good mood. She's satisfied, and a little drunk.
I steady her, placing my hand on back, as I walk her to Luciano's table.
He raises a brow when he sees her face. She's a little out of it. The combination of a good f**k, and her being a light weight and she's hardly here.
"Say hi, Manon," I prompt her in a amusement.
"Hi," She smiles absently, leaning against me.
"I'm tired, Nic."
"I thought she was smart?" Luciano questions me. I pull out a chair, helping her sit down.
"She is. Very much so. But I took upstairs a little while ago, and she has a couple drinks on our way here,"
Luciano seems unimpressed. Savannah glares at me.
"Why don't you take that poor girl home?"
She rests her head on my shoulder.
"I will in a minute. Luciano, how about you and Savannah come over the estate lawyer tomorrow. I promise she'll be in a much better state."
He looks at me skeptically, then looks at her.
"Manon?" She looks up at him.
"Are you okay?"
She nods. "Just very tired. I had three glasses of wine."
I shoot him a told you face. He lets it go. We talk for a little while, before I finally take the poor girl back home.
I did notice one thing though, the man who calls himself her husband was watching her the whole time.
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