Page 125 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
“I was feeling rushed and it shows in these pictures.” She pulls her chair closer to me and pokes at the pictures in my hands.
“Gigi, honestly. You look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous. These are stunning.”
“You think I’m gorgeous?” She looks up at me from under her fake, dark lashes with that provocative stare she’s been giving me for the last couple of years.
“Gigi, stop.” I know exactly where she’s going and I won’t have it. I’m not playing her flirtatious games, especially not with the feelings I have for Destiny growing more intense by the second.
“Stop what?” She tilts her head and bats her lashes.
“Gigi, no.”
In one smooth movement, she uncrosses her legs and stands up. With one tug of the belt on her dress, it falls into a puddle of fabric on the floor. Now wearing only a red lacy bra and G-string, she takes one step toward me and straddles her legs around me, sitting on my lap and draping her forearms on my shoulders. “Come on, Nicco. After all these years, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Gigi, stop. You know you’re like a little sister to me. It’s never going to happen.” Two months ago, if a gorgeous woman was sitting on my lap wearing nothing but a bra and G-string, I’d be hard as rock and ready to go. But now, there’s only one woman I want and that’s Destiny. I’ve got to get Gigi out of here.
“If I was your sister, would I do this?” Before I can stop her, she crashes her lips to mine, shoving her tongue in my mouth.
Destiny
Marco is sitting at the kitchen island, reading, when I come out of my room.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.” I smile. “Thank you so much for letting us take your boat out today.”
“You’re very welcome. It’s a beautiful day to be out on the water.”
“Do you know where Nicco is?”
“Yes, he’s out on the veranda. I’ll come with you.”
Together, we head toward the veranda.
“Do you have any specific plans for the day?” he asks.
I turn toward him. “Nope, no specific plans. We’re going to see where the day takes us.” I know I probably look like a giddy schoolgirl with a huge, dopey smile on my face and I don’t care. I’m happier than I’ve ever been and I’m excited to spend another day with Nicco. Be in the moment.
As I spin back around and turn the corner out to the veranda, I see them. Giovanna is straddling Nicco wearing nothing but a red bra and panties, and black stilettos. Their lips are locked together. A tsunami crashes into me, knocking me back. My heart rips inside my chest as adrenaline pounds through me, heating my blood.
I turn around, trapped in a simultaneous speed-of-light time-warp, crashing into Marco’s arms. Hot tears sting behind my eyes, ready to burst out of me.
I can’t hide the fury and anguish in my face. I watch his eyes, as if in slow motion, catch Giovanna and Nicco over my shoulder.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, looking back at me, his brows squeezing together like he can feel the pain stabbing me.
“Marco, can you please take me to the ferry?” I ask, breathless.
“The ferry’s not running now.”
“Please.” I insist. “I have to leave,now.”
“I’ll take you.”
I run to my room and pack my things, haphazardly throwing them into my suitcase.
Within minutes, I’m packed and meet Marco back in the kitchen. By the disappointed look on Angelina’s face, I know Marco told her what happened. I quickly hug and thank her.
Marco and I go immediately to the boat and board it.
