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As I begin to come down, Angelo kisses his way up my body. His lips pass overmy neck to my ear, and he whispers, "Yes, Ellie. Mine."
His words take me by surprise, and I don't quite know how to respond as he climbs from the bed and puts on his shirt and shoes as though he wasn’t just tongue-fucking me. Bending down, he softly kisses my lips, "See you at eight, beautiful."
ChapterThirteen
ELLIE
It felt like it took hours for naptime to get here for Tony and Amelia. I've been dying to talk to Lyla about, well, everything. My second call also goes to voicemail, and I shoot her a text.
911
Tell me I'm not a slut
LYLA
Can't answer. At work.
But 'slut' isn't a thing. It's some patriarchal term to shame women about their sexuality.
Thank you.
Short version for now, what's going on?
Last night I was drunk from themargaritas. Sal put me to bed. This morning Angelo snuck into my room, and I came with him eating me out as I was kind of thinking about Sal.
Let me get this straight...
You are complaining because last night you fucked hot granddaddy and then woke up with some other hot guy using your thighs as ear muffs?
Again...who decided you got to be God's favorite?
I didn't sleep with Sal...
How do you do this and not feel guilty?
You only feel guilty because people have told you that you shouldn't be sexually frivolous. Fuck them, Ellie.
And what happened with Sal?
Amelia cries from upstairs and I shoot one quick, final text to Lyla before heading upstairs to get her back to sleep.
Kids are up. Gotta go. Love you.
The afternoon with the kids passes quickly, fingerpainting and storytime keeping them busy for most of it. I stayed a little later than when Dante got home, wanting to allow him and Venecia a few moments alone together before I left. She’s been in bed most of the day, and he’s likely going to be busy with the kids until their bedtime.
Walking back up to the main house, I dig my phone out of my purse to see several missed texts from Lyla.
Oh my god. Don't do this to me.
What happened with Sal?????
You tease!
Love you too babes. But really what happened with hot granddaddy?
I'm still chuckling at her incessant texts as I walk into the house. Distracted by shoving my phone back into my bag, I don’t see Sal on the other side of the door until it’s too late. My body crashes against his, knocking me off balance. His large arms quickly swoop around me, pulling me flush against him, and keeping me from falling.
“Ellie,” my name is slow and breathy as it leaves his mouth. His hand slides under my jaw and tips my face up toward his. Still held firm against him, I’m nearly certain he can feel my heavy breathing sudden pounding of my heart against him.
