It takes a minute for them to simmer down, but once they do, I continue. “I’ve been accused of having an affair with Ms. Moore. It’s not anyone’s business whether it’s true or not, but since this affects more than just my status, I will address this matter. I won’t speak on it again. I didn’t have a relationship with Ms. Moore. She was one of many guests to have frequented my restaurant. I’ve never slept with her, so the lies she’s serving up have gotten out of control. The most recent that I’ve learned of is that she magically had a miscarriage after learning of my supposed infidelity—which I suspect was a fictious pregnancy. I have given Ms. Moore more kindness than she deserves.”
Pausing because being raised as a gentleman, I would never aim to embarrass a woman like this, but she’s gone too far. I pull a paper out of my suit jacket pocket and unfold it. Again the cameras go wild and so do the questions. I put it down and wait. As it settles, I clear my throat.
“This is the restraining order I had filed the night of the Instagram post where she claimed we were engaged. The post was removed; however, that didn’t stop her. She accosted me in my restaurant while insulting my future wife. I told her to stop or I’d go public with her batshit-crazy antics, but she took it to a whole new level. Today, I’ve taken time away from the woman I want to be with to do a lie detector test. Here is the examiner to explain the test results.”
“Hello, I’m Inspector Rodriguez. I asked Mr. Fiore a series of questions, during all of which he showed no deception, including never having a relationship with Ms. Moore in any sexual nature.”
“Thank you for your time. That’s all that will be said.” The reporters shout their questions in the small room, but I walk away because there’s someplace I’d rather be. Thanking my lawyer, I leave the police station and thank them for allowing us the use of the room.
When I arrive back at the condo, Anabelle’s standing there ready to greet me. “I watched your news conference.”
“I’m sorry that it was necessary at all. I love you, Anabelle. From the first moment we met, I knew you belonged to me. You stole my heart, and I don’t ever want anything or anyone to come between us.”
“I love you too. We’ve let too much come between us. Now, how about we enjoy the rest of our holiday break.” I love that idea. We sit in silence for a moment before she says, “I’ll need to look for another method of employment, but I’m planning to move in here soon. It should be easy to sell the house before I lapse on the mortgage.”
“Oh, yeah. About that. I have no intention of letting you leave. My brother’s not the only obsessed bastard.”
Chapter Nine
Anabelle
Our fingers lock together with his body leaning over mine. That’s when I feel the added weight on my left hand. It’s been a week since we’ve been together, and I love this man with all my heart, so I’m thrilled, but he forgot a step. “Hey, you didn’t ask.”
“Some risks aren’t worth taking,” he growls against my ear as his cock pushes inside of me from behind. I can’t catch my breath as he slowly drags his length almost completely out before slamming it in again. “I can’t exist without you.”
“You’re trying to make me come,” I moan out.
“That’s the objective, amore. Now, give me what I need.” His hand fists my hair, drawing my head back while his tongue slides along my throat. “Come for me.”
My pussy flutters, stomach clenching as he bites down, shattering me into a million pieces and sending an intense orgasm through me. Shaking, I press my hands to his thighs and ride out the waves. He speeds up, driving his hips forward, moving the sofa with every thrust.
“Give it to me, Fabio. Come inside of my greedy pussy.”
“Not until you come again.” He pulls out of me, presses his hand onto my back, pushing my chest to the back of the sofa before dropping to his knees. Fabio’s tongue teases my slit, plunging inside, hungry for my flavor on his taste buds. He can’t get enough of licking up my orgasm. “It’s a gourmet meal just for me.”
Standing up, he lifts me up and sits on the sofa with my thighs straddling his, my knees on the cushion as he impales me with his massively thick length. I cry out from the fullness, something I’m sure I’ll never get used to, and ride my fiancé.
“These tits are perfect,” he grunts, sucking one into his mouth, biting and marking them in mini love bites. His hands latch onto my ass, squeezing and kneading it like he’s making dough. “Everything about you is fucking amazing, Tesoro. Marry me, please.”