“Great. I’ll give her the news. Come over for dinner tomorrow night. We can celebrate then.” And just like that, he hangs up.
I sit there, stunned, as Emma walks around the room, finding her clothes. Finally, I snap out of it. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“What does it look like? I’m getting dressed. And apparently, you’re getting married.”
I just agreed to that. Marriage to Adelina. Marriage to the woman I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. She was always off-limits. I’m not stupid, nor do I have a death wish. I never pursued anything with Dario’s sisters, knowing they were well off the table for me.
But now Adelina will be mine.
I don’t know anything about her other than she’s beautiful. I know her sister, Serafina, gives me googly eyes every time I’ve been around her in the past year, which hasn’t been much. But she’s shown me she’s interested.
The question is–does Adelina feel the same?
She’s more reserved than her sister and might hate me for all I know.
“When’s the wedding?” Emma asks in a biting tone.
“Are you mad at me?”
She huffs. “What do you think? We just fucked, and you just told me that you’ve never been in love. Now, you’re going to marry some girl. I’m disappointed. I had a fun time with you, and I wanted to do it again.”
I stand up, completely naked, and her eyes rake over me. “I never said we were anything more than a fling. You know this. I didn’t promise you anything more than a good time. And I delivered on that, didn’t I?”
She hesitates before finally nodding. “You did.”
“So you have no reason to be disappointed. There are a group of men in that other room who would love to fuck you. You’ll just have to spend time with them.”
She traces her fingers down my chest. “You’re saying we can never fuck again?”
“I’m going to get married. I have no desire to be with any other woman.” All I want is Adelina’s graceful body underneath me. Dario has mentioned before that she’s a dancer. God, just the thought of her dancing for me makes me fucking hard. I’ve wanted to fuck Adelina so bad, and now, I’ll get that chance.
Once we’re married, of course.
I know how those mafia types work when it comes to their women. No sex before marriage. Dario would probably chop my dick off if I touched Adelina before we were married.
My club is different. There’s no waiting for marriage in our world. Our women tend to sleep around from a young age.
I’ll have to be more delicate with Adelina. Just the thought makes me want to laugh. Me? Fucking delicate? I’m not sure how that’s going to work out. But I know that Dario is showing how much he trusts me by giving Adelina’s hand over in marriage. I can’t fuck this up. I could ruin our good working relationship if I did.
Emma laughs darkly. “Sure. We’ll see how long you last before you’re fucking me again. Whoever you’re marrying can’t seriously compare to me.”
“You don’t even know who it is.”
“I guess I’ll meet her after you’re married. You’ll bring her around, won’t you?”
I frown. “Emma, have a good night.” I gently nudge her out of the room and shut the door in her face before she says more. I rub a hand over my face. God, women. Why do they have to be so complicated?
Once I’m dressed, I head back into the main room, where I spot Emma on Antonio’s lap, whispering into his ear. She gives me a smug grin.
I just shake my head and head over to Carlo, who’s face deep in kissing a blonde woman. I tap his shoulder. He waves a hand. I tap his shoulder harder.
“What? Can’t you see that I’m—” He stops short once he sees it’s me. “Boss. Shit. Sorry, didn’t know it was you.” The blonde on his lap giggles, covering her lips.
“I have an announcement to make. I need you to get everyone’s attention.”
Carlo stands up, and the blonde falls out of his lap, landing hard on the ground with a huff. “Everyone! Stop sucking face with the woman in your lap and pay attention. Matteo has an announcement.”
All my men turn to me, promptly ignoring the women in their laps. Except for Antonio, who’s kissing Emma.