Page 53 of Sexting His Son's Ex
“Don’t question me. Don’t speak to me. Get your things. You’re coming home with me, and don’t you dare say a word,” he warns or threatens, I can’t tell, through clenched teeth.
I gasp as my nightmare comes true.
He knows.
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SANTINO
The rage,betrayal, and hurt double when I see her in person. I’m standing in the doorway, locked inside, surrounded by the floral scent that sticks to her skin. When I kissed her knuckles at the restaurant, the sweet aroma of lilies drenched her flesh.
I’m addicted.
Knowing she’s so close, knowing she smells so fucking good has my cock threatening to become hard, thickening in my pants.
I have to remember I’m angry, that I’m hurt, that I fell in love with someone who never wanted to love me. I’ve been played a fool. I’ve killed for so much less.
Her face when I entered her business, she was happy. She was smiling, squealing, and her cheeks were pink with passion and happiness. Now, she’s staring at me with wide, fearful eyes, and she’s lost all the color in her face. She turns so pale, I wonder if she’s about to be sick. The light above her shines onto her face and I’m able to see the visible beads of sweat as her skin becomes clammy.
“Santino, I… please. Let me explain and then, you can do whatever you want to me.” She blinks fast, staring up to the light to stop her tears.
Tears won’t work on me. Not today.
I hold up my hand, stopping her from saying anything else. “Gather your belongings. Pack a bag. You’re coming with me. I don’t know how long for, but you won’t be home for a while.” I keep my voice curt and filled with rage, clipping every word.
She looks down, nodding, and wipes her cheeks. “I understand. I have orders?—”
“—Not today. I’ve had my security team refund all the orders already.”
She stands up so fast, her chair tilts backwards, falling to the ground. “What? How dare you! I have a business to run. This is how I earn my living. I don’t have buckets of money like you, Santino.” Her panic twists her lips with hatred. “You’re going to cost me money.”
“And you’ve cost me dignity, but you won’t talk about that will we?” I sneer, taking a step forward. “You must not know me at all. I’ve covered your bills for the next week. Your website is shut down, I’ve given your customers a discount code for their next order.”
“Impossible… How did you get into my systems?”
I snort, knowing how sweet and innocent she really is. “I’m Santino Salvati, Jovie. I can do anything I fucking want. Including making sure that I take care of the woman that stabbed me in the chest. I don’t want to hear any excuses. Please, go grab your bags.”
“Santino—”
“—I said to go grab your bags!” I roar at her, charging forward until her desk is the only thing between us.
She trembles, fear transforming her face. Jovie steps back, wanting space between us, and I regret losing my temper.
I’d never harm her.
Even if she went out of her way to harm me.
Doesn’t she understand that I’d walk through fire for her even if she were the one who lit the match to burn me?
“Can we talk?” she whispers in a broken voice that almost has me run around the desk to hold her.
I stop myself.
“Not yet. Not here,” I state, staring into copper eyes that I want to look into when she’s looking up at me from lying flat on her back. “I’m not ready to talk to you yet.”I only want to be with you. I only want to use this against you so I can have you all to myself.
I’m hurt, yes, but I know what I want more than being enraged.
I want her. I want an explanation. I want her to beg for my forgiveness.
