“This is my wife, Adelina. Adelina, this is … Emma.”
“For a moment, I thought you forgot my name there,” Emma retorts.
My lips quirk. “I don’t think I could ever forget your name.”
Adelina tugs at the sleeves of her dress. “How do you know Matteo?”
“Oh.” She throws her head back and laughs. “We’ve fucked so many times; I can barely keep track.”
Adelina turns a deep red, and I can’t say I’m not enjoying it.
“What Emma means is we’ve fucked two times,” I clarify.
“Oh,” Adelina responds, her face tight.
“In the same night,” Emma adds.
“Gotcha.” Adelina sucks in a quick breath. “So, it’s safe to say you two know each other.” I can hear the tightness in her voice. She’s seething, which makes me smile.
“We do,” Emma purrs. “He’s a wild one in bed. Hope you can keep up.” She rakes her gaze up and down Adelina’s body. “You look so prim and proper.”
Adelina stands up straighter. “I am. I was raised to be that way.”
“Oh.” Emma makes an exaggerated expression. “We have a good girl on our hands, don’t we? Matteo, I hope you’re not too disappointed. A girl like her won’t let you fuck her, trust me. It’s only boring sex from now on.”
Adelina ducks her head.
I’d felt vindicated, but now, I’m feeling a little bad for Adelina. She brought this on herself, but Emma is a strong personality, and I don’t blame Adelina for feeling embarrassed.
“Emma, that’s enough,” I tell her. “Why don’t you run along and spend time with Antonio? He’s looking a little lonely over there.” Antonio is passed out on the couch, still drunk. A beer bottle is in his hand, spilling all over the hardwood.
Emma pouts. “But I’m having so much more fun over here. With you.” She rakes her hand down my chest again. I don’t remove it.
“He asked you to leave,” Adelina snaps.
A smile tugs at my lips. Who knew Adelina had it in her? Emma turns to her, hands on her hips. “What did you say to me?”
“Matteo asked you to leave. It’s our wedding night. We’d like to spend it together.”
Emma huffs. “Fine, then.” She looks at me. “I’ll be waiting for you later tonight whenthisone disappoints you in the bedroom. Just in case you need a real woman to fuck.” She waves and walks to Antonio, picking up his tipped-over beer bottle.
“I can’t believe this,” Adelina mutters, spinning on her heels.
“Woah.” I catch her arm, stopping her from leaving. “Where are you going.”
“You don’t think I see what you’re doing? You don’t get to humiliate me, Matteo. Ever. Especially on our wedding night. You want to prove my judgments about you are wrong, then prove it. Don’t be a jerk. That won’t ever get me to fall in love with you.”
“This was just payback,” I explain.
“What?”
“You danced with Carlo tonight because you wanted to make me angry. Admit it.”
“I did no such thing!”
“Your little innocent act isn’t always going to work on me, Adelina. For some reason, you’re dead set on hating me. I thought I’d return the favor.”
She rips her arm from my grasp. “I’m calling Dario to pick me up. I’m not spending another minute here. Withher!” She points at Emma, who’s lounging on the couch with a smirk on her face as she watches our fight.