Page 10 of Wicked Truths
As Poppy pulls me from room to room, I scan everywhere, trying to find him. Him being my future boyfriend, Mateo Conti, sometimes known as Con.
I have to look confident tonight. He needs to know I want him. That the two of us together will be a good match.
My mother thinks Con is the perfect man...for me.
It’s only because Con will hold a lot of power when he is older. He is the second son of Antonio Conti, one of the five powerful heads of The Syndicate. But I’m a Bailey girl, and I don’t have the birthright of such a pairing. And honestly, if it wasn’t for the predicament I’m in, I wouldn’t step within breathing distance of the man.
But self-preservation is very real. And if self-preservation means seducing Con, making him want me, letting him take my virginity, then so be it.
Everything else will fall into place.
He will protect me.
His family will protect me.
I just have to get past all the girls he has hanging on his every word.
I’ve never seen him with a girlfriend but the rumor is, he has had plenty, but with his family being who they are, he is very secretive.
“I’m going to grab a drink and talk to Ariella and her brother Hastings,” Poppy says.
“You go. I’ll see you in a minute.” I know Poppy likes Hastings, so I’ll give her some time while I search for the man who held this party.
I’ve searched the family room, looked at everyone sitting down, everyone outside, in the kitchen and now I’msearching around the pool, but I haven’t seen him or his buddies.
Mateo hangs around with other syndicate leaders’ sons, mainly Lorenzo Bianchi and Gino Gallo. Though he never spends time with my stepbrother Xander.
“Where the hell is he?” I hiss to myself, taking another drink of the sparkling white wine in the tiny bottle in my hand as I stride back into the house and make my way up the staircase, taking each step with care. Not only because of the heels, but my dress rides up high with each step I take.
At the top of the stairs, there are enough doors to think I am in a hotel–not a home. And although I see this type of living all the time now, especially since my mother married Dominic De Luca, I’m still not used to it. I don’t come from money. My father is normal. He still works for Brisbane Council as a planner.
Money is a new thing for me. And why I do what I do? I know once my mom and Dominic divorce, it will end as quickly as it began.
These people are different. The same people who used to look down their noses at me. Not now.
I open three doors, all to empty rooms before I push on the door to the fourth and find Sammy from my Art class bouncing on a guy’s dick.
“Sorry.” I grimace, gripping the handle before I close the door with a silent click.
I sip more of my Dutch courage; my previous fearless strides have turned into tentative steps.
I sigh as I push on more doors without success. Before this moment I doubted myself as the girlfriend of Con, but now I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get him to like me. It is the only way I see I can get out of the peril I am in.
I reach another door, and I am getting to the point he doesn’t want to be found.
But when I push on the next door, I freeze as my eyes focus on the dark eyes staring back at me.
His trousers are around his knees and he is panting like he is getting off on me, watching.
I swallow hard, as the fingers of one hand twist in thick, dark blond hair.
The person on the bed tries to turn, but Mateo takes his hand and slaps across their cheek.
There are two gasps in the room, one from the person giving him head, the other from me.
I step back against the door, closing myself in the room with them.
Mateo holds the base of his cock, removing it from the mouth, giving me a show for a moment as he slides his hand up and down his massive pierced cock.
