“It’s not his fault he fell for a rich socialite and his family were normal people. They met when he was taking photos around Paris on his little disposable camera. He saw her and was gobsmacked. She tends to have that effect on people.”
“I still don’t get it.”
“Her father is a classist, Alejandra.”
“Of course, he would be one of the only people I collaborate with,” I whine, and he laughs. “Yep.”
“I need to pull out of that ambassador role immediately.” I get up to grab my phone before he pulls me into him.
“You will not be doing that. Nobody knows this, but Antoine is taking over soon. Why do you think I was at the office when you were there? Adèle filed a lawsuit again so she could take some money out of me before her precious little daddy doesn’t have the funds to support her lifestyle.”
“Her dad is the founder. There’s no way she isn’t getting as much money as before.” I look at him like he’s dumb.
“Antoine hates his family.”
“Wow. What a ball of fucked up family dynamics.” He laughs at my comment. “No wonder he was my favorite,” He tells me.
“What about her being pregnant and everything?” I ask him.
“I see you’ve done your research. I knew she wasn’t pregnant with my child. But I didn’t say anything. I just made her take a paternity test.”
“You could have exposed her. Why didn’t you?”
“Because I knew what she was feeling wasn’t completely her fault. She loved someone she couldn’t have and took it all out on our relationship. I was fine with that for a while, but there came a point where I was tired and ready to get out. I wanted her to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me. But the only way that could happen is if I stayed and didn’t say anything.” I feel a pang in my chest. What the fuck is this? I swear to God, if this is emotional jealousy I’m feeling right now, I can’t bear the thought.
“Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because I don’t do love,ragazza,and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to be concerned about that,” I reassure him. He smiles sadly.
Wrong idea acquired.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Maria Alejandra
Iwake up to a tongue in my lower region, I moan.
Santo Dios, did I just wake up in heaven?
I grab onto a head of hair and look down at Mr. Donatello, looking up at me while underneath the covers. I feel his tongue brush my clit and suck it softly. That alone almost makes me come. He licks, sucks, and then spits. This is too much. My haze is being lifted and lifted until I reach a point at which I can’t keep going any longer. I come. Hard. But I don’t just come, I have an out of body experience. I also feel like I’m peeing. I stiffen and realize that I just squirted. I look down at him in horror, and he looks up at me in amusement.
“Did you just squirt?”
“You saw it for yourself, you tell me.”
“You’re really snarky for someone who just reached the stars and back.” He quirks an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to say I didn’t like it.” I look up at the ceiling, wallowing in my embarrassment, until I feel him grab a hold of my chin, shoving it down to look at him.
“Never be embarrassed for how I make you feel.” He crawls up just a little and kisses my lips harshly, pulling back. “How do you taste,ragazza?”
“I’d say it tastes like rebellion.” I smirk at him and lift my eyebrows up and down at him. He smiles at me.
That will never get old.
“Now, that’s cheesy.” Yeah, I kind of agree. Not my best line.