“But do you guys?” I ask them, staring between the both of them, trying as hard as possible to keep myself from feeling that familiar streak of jealousy shoot through me.
Tony reaches over to grab my hand in his. “Baby, no. We love you. Only you.”
I grip his hand back in mine. “I know you guys do. And I love you guys so much, too. And I know that you guys will never, ever do anything to ever hurt me again.” Pausing to take a deep breath, I look between the both of them before continuing. “But you guys knew her for a long time. You guys were married to her. And while your feelings for her weren’t romantic, you guys had to have cared about her. Are you telling me that you guys don’t at least
“Fine. We will be there within the hour.” He ends the call, turning to face us right away. “That was the lawyer we were sent to. She said we have to go in person to speak to her about the marriage shit with us and with Sara.”I suck in a breath, letting it out as I ponder on what to say. “Okay. So we have to go right now?”He nods, his eyes moving over my face, trying to gauge my reaction.I stand up and face them. “Well, then let’s get going. I need to get an actual outfit, and then we gotta get that shit handled. Cuz, like, what if you guys are actually still married to her or something?”“We will get a divorce. Right away.” Tony says, grabbing one of my hands.
“Are you scared to meet with the lawyer?” Tony asks, gaining my attention.I bite my bottom lip for a moment, taking a second to think before responding. “Honestly, it’s not really that I’m scared to meet with the lawyer, so much as I’m scared of what the possible outcome of this whole thing is. There are so many different potential scenarios that could play out, you know?”Taking my hand in his, he strokes the skin while turning in his seat to face me completely. “Tell me what you are most afraid will happen.”I turn in my seat completely as well, facing him the same, my legs crossed as I lean against the passenger door behind me. “I think that I’m most afraid of the lawyer telling me that our marriage wasn’t legal anymore now that Sara i
He flips the white shirt over my back so that my entire ass and pussy are exposed, and leans over me, his hands sliding over my round globes and squeezing them. “You have the most perfect ass, mi amore.” He says, squeezing the flesh once more. Suddenly, a loud smack fills the air as he lands a slap against my left cheek. I moan loudly, pushing back against him, desperate for his cock. “Please, baby. I’m so fucking wet for you. Fuck me like the slut that I am.” I moan out. Tony fumbles with his pants for a moment, no doubt sliding them and his underwear down his legs, before I feel the tip of his hard cock press against me. The mushroom head presses against my tight opening, making me hold my breath, the need for his cock rising inside of me. “Yessss.” He groans out, slowly sliding inside of me. “This is what I needed. This is what I’m always going to need, mi amore.”I moan loudly when he fills me completely, his front pressed completely against my ass and back as he leans over
The dress slides over my head easily, and I adjust my breasts inside of it, happy to see that the fit was perfect. I slip the underwear on under the dress. “I need to get my toes done.” I say, inspecting them as I begin to slide the sandals on. They aren’t bad, but some polish would do them some good. “You should take a spa day soon.” Nick says, turning in his seat to face me. “I think I will, actually. There’s this nice spa in the city that Amanda and I have been talking about. We might go there and enjoy some girl time.” I say, leaning back in the seat and looking at him. He smiles at me brightly. “Good, you deserve it, Darling. Just let us know the name and we’ll make arrangements.” “I can pay for my own spa trip.” I say teasingly, smirking at him as he looks over my body. “You can, but you won’t.” He retorts back, his gaze heating as he takes in my exposed legs and cleavage. “You’re crazy.” I say. Before he can respond, the car stops in front of a small law firm. “We’re
“Isabella, we didn’t get a chance to mention our relation to her. Baby, she was married to one of our distant cousins in Italy.”“Oh, wow. I’ve never met any of the twins' family?” I say it as a question, not sure what to refer to her as. “You were married to one of their cousins, but not anymore?” I ask, hoping that I’m not overstepping any boundaries.“He died a few months after we got married.”Fuck, I never should have said anything.Before I can apologize for bringing it up, she waves her hand at me.“Girl, you’re good. Their cousin and I were… well, it wasn’t exactly a match made in heaven. Our marriage started like yours, with me being forced into the whole thing. But we never got to the ‘fallin
I must be dreaming. Or having a fucking nightmare, actually. This can’t be fucking real. None of this can be real. The twins would never, ever do this to me. They would never break my heart like this. And Sara, she doesn’t like the twins, not in this way. The twins assured me of that, many times. And yet, that doesn’t change the fact that this is happening. Nick is sitting on the couch, his chest bare. And Sara is sitting in his lap. Completely naked. His hand is in between her legs, stroking her thighs. And Antonio is leaned over them, his hands wrapped up in her beautiful hair. And.His.Lips. On. Hers. This cannot be happening. The broken glass had come from a picture we kept on the side table. A picture of us three on our wedding. “What the hell is going on here?”I turn, startled, and my eyes meet the disgusted eyes of Lucien. When the hell did he walk in?I turn to the door and see it wide open, his car parked but still running. Sucking in a breath, I turn
“Explain? Explain what, Nicholas? That you guys were about to fuck your ex wife?” I shake my head at them. “No, we weren’t. I promise you that we weren’t.” Nicholas pleads, nearing me. I back all the way away from them, all the way until my back is pressed against my car. I raise my hand, silently asking them to not get in my space. “Explain yourselves now, then. Or not at all. I don’t care anymore, guys. I’m over this shit.”They share a look, both visibly worried. “Sara asked us to come see her. She said it was really important. She wanted us to come alone.” Nicholas pauses. “And you listened?” I look away from them, shaking my head. I fucking knew it. I knew something wasn’t right. “We wanted to be there for her, Caroline. She’s our best friend.” Antonio says, trying to reason with me. I laugh humorously. “What a great best friend she must be for you to fucking kiss her.”“It wasn’t like that, baby. Please. Just let us finish explaining.”I shake my head slightly, but decide
And I truly believe that whatever the story is, there is nothing that they say that can explain or excuse their actions.How could they fucking cheat on me?“Finish the story, then. But here.”They share another look, only inches away from me, before turning back around and facing me once more. “We finally got in touch with some old friends from Italy. Well, more like old enemies. Their names are Louis and Levi. Twins, as well. They had worked for Demitri for a while, but had escaped his cartel after he slept with and killed their mother. They were devastated and had pleaded with us to join us. But we knew that would be fatal. Demitri would have retaliated. So we declined their request, but secretly, we helped them. We gave them what they needed to live life without feeling like they would be killed at any time.”“What does this have to do with anything?” I question, crossing my arms against my chest.“Sorry, I got sidetracked.” Antonio says, biting his lip before continuing. “Anyway