Instead of answering me, her eyes landed on my tie with horror. “Is that…”
Grinning, I touched the length of my tie, fingering the pearl barrette I now used as a tie pin.
“Do you like it?” I teased. “A little parting gift from your daughter. She gave it to me at her friend’s bachelorette party, after we…well, you don’t need me to spell it out for you, Mayor Hill.”
“Get out!” She raged, coming around her desk to push at my chest. “You vile, despicable, poor excuse of a man. If I find out you touched my daughter in any way, I’ll kill you!”
I did more than touchher. I fucked her cunt with my tongue, fucked herthroat with my cock, and spanked her ass with mybelt. But you know, ‘semantics.’
Diane attempted to slap me and I dodged it, chuckling darkly.
“Once I marry her, I’ll be doing more than that. Don’t worry, though; she’ll enjoy every second of metouchingher.” I went for the chessboard she kept on her desk and grabbed the black king piece. I brought it between us. “If you ever try to lay your hands on me ever again, I will cut every one of your fingers and feed them to my guard dogs.”
The fight instantly left her. She deflated, staring at me with terrified eyes. “You’re a monster.”
“I know,” I rasped with a sick twist of my lips. “But you aren’t any better than me.” I placed the king in her palm and curled her fingers around it. “Remember. Forty-eight hours. Clock’s ticking.”
With those last words, I stepped out of her study.
Alberto stood just outside the room, a shocked expression on his face and a cup in his hands. So the old man was privy to our conversation. No problem. The entirety of Hill residence would soon learn that De la Croixes weren’t to be messed with.
Taking advantage of Alberto’s stupefied state, I walked myself out before assuming a wrong turn in the hallway.
I bumped into my future wife.
Gardenia perfume with notes of roses welcomed me.
My heart sped up in beats.
Darla gasped and clutched her pearls. “Holy God.”
Nobody could deny Darla Hill’s beauty.
Those bedroom brown eyes did a number on me. So did her pink mouth, full with a prominent Cupid’s bow, as it parted with surprise.
In her pale yellow tweed skirt and blazer, she looked every bit the respected principal of an elite high school. No semblance of the woman with loose hair and sex-induced gaze who’d grinded against my cock like she was a first-class escort working hard for every bill in my wallet.
I’d never seen a sexier woman in my entire life.
Unable to resist, I cupped her waist to steady her and gave her a half smirk. “Not God, but I can certainly take you to heaven,mon ange.”
CHAPTER 9
Son Maître
Darla
“What are you doing here?”
Sharp and rude, the words flew out of me like a bullet. My face reddened at my lack of manners, but mortification was soon replaced by fear as I soaked in the scene.
Why was Zeno in my house?
I hadn’t taken his number at Chaleur and knew close to nothing about him besides his first name and his innate ability to make me see the stars. I wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, but him being a stalker wasn’t too far away from the realm of possibilities.
The rational part of me strived for calm. Our home was heavily guarded and no one could get past our gates unless they were invited.
Is he here looking for me?