“I’m fine,” he says dismissively. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“On Saturday….”
“Ah yes, congratulations.” He smiles sarcastically, “What a lovely couple you make.” He rolls his lips as his eyes hold mine. “I’m sure you’re in for an exciting life, there.”
I feel my cheeks heat as fury begins to burn in my blood. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He stands and goes and sits behind his desk, he picks up his pen. “What I said.”
“What is wrong with you?” I snap.
“Nothing. What’s wrong with you?”
I open my mouth to say something, but words fail me. “You know, I came here as a friend to check on you and I’m met with this attitude.”
“Saint Francesca.” He smiles as he rocks back on his chair. “I have enough friends.”
Our eyes are locked.
“So….” I shrug as I try to work out what the hell is going on here. “Fine. You don’t want to be friends.” I throw my hands up as I stand. “Okay then, that clears it.”
“Clears what?” he snaps. “Your conscience.”
“You know what? I was thinking about you losing your mother and was stupidly worried about you and now I see I shouldn’t have been, because you are quite happy being an entitled asshole.”
He holds the pen in his fingers and smiles as if goading me.
“Well…this is goodbye,” I say.
“Goodbye.”
“I’m going back to France.”
“Good.” He turns to his computer. “Fuck off.”
I put my hand on my hips, fully pissed now. “What is your problem?”
“You.” He hits the computer keyboard with force. “Taking up my time with your bullshit reason for a visit. If you have something to say, fucking say it.”
“You think you’re so tough, don’t you? Mr. Ferrara, head of the Mafioso.” I lean my two hands on his desk. “I came here to be nice and you are acting like a spoilt brat.”
“How am I a spoilt brat?” he fires back. “Nothing about me is spoilt.”
“What is this rudeness?” I half yell.
“Who is being rude here? You barge in, unannounced and expect a fucking greeting party. Do you have something to say or not!”
“One of your bimbos has uploaded a video of you having sex to Pornhub.”
He sits back, instantly silenced.
“And I came here to tell you about it before you bring the family name into more disrepute than you already have.”
He turns to his computer and types in his code. “What’s the name of it?”
“Sinita.”
His eyes rise to mine and amusement flashes across his face. “And may I ask, what would the angelic Francesca Ferrara be doing on Pornhub?”
Oh crap.
“I was told about it, by a friend,” I stammer guiltily.
“Marso?” He raises his eyebrow.
“His name is Marcel,” I snap.
“What a stupid name,” he mutters under his breath as he types. He brings up Pornhub and then types the word Sinita into the search bar, he enlarges the screen and then leans back on his chair, the vision of him hard and oiled up with the two women comes up on the screen, his eyes flick to meet mine. “Did you watch this?”
“No,” I spit way too fast.
He turns the screen toward me. “Liar.”
His hard cock is right there in my face, and two women are fawning over his oiled-up naked body, I begin to feel unhinged. “You need to get this taken down immediately. It’s disgusting, and morally wrong,” I stammer in a fluster.
He smiles and then chuckles, before tipping his head back and laughing out loud.
“You think this is funny?” I gasp, indignant.
“Francesca, you kill me.” He chuckles. “This is probably one of the most angelic things I’ve done.”
I frown, what?
Who are you? I don’t even know him anymore.
Our focus goes back to the screen and the two women are now taking turns sucking his dick, he smiles darkly as he watches and then his eyes rise to meet mine. “Did you come when you watched it?”
“No.” I snap. “As if.”
A million times.
“On your fingers or a dildo?”
Arousal begins to sweep through me. “Stop it.”
“Hmm.” His eyes stay glued to the screen. “Tell me, how many fingers does it take now? One like the good old days or do you come harder with a good fisting?” He smiles darkly as if imagining it. “I must say, there is nothing hotter than a woman fucking your whole fist.”
What the hell? Who even says that? I begin to feel a slow heated throb between my legs.
“Stop it, you animal,” I whisper, acting disgusted.
But I’m not, not even close.
He smiles and turns his attention back to the screen; the blond girl is now flicking her tongue over the end of him as his eyes roll back in his head. “That…tongue,” he murmurs, distracted. “Tongues,” he corrects himself.
Asshole.
The thought of him coming in someone else’s mouth triggers me and I begin to lose control. “Stop it,” I snap. “Turn it off.”
“The way she bares her teeth,” he murmurs.
My eyes go to the screen to see him as he tips his head back, his body glistening with oil, two women sucking his cock in unison.
“Turn it off,” I demand. “Turn it off now.”
Emotion overwhelms me at his pleasure in watching this. “Turn it off.” I become unexpectedly emotional and my eyes well.
“No.” He rubs the tips of his fingers over his thumb and smiles as he watches. “I’m quite enjoying myself.” He cups his cock in his suit pants. “It’s making me hard actually, I may have to catch up with the girls tonight for a rematch.”
What?
“Are you trying to hurt me?” I spit.
“If I was trying to hurt you.” His dark eyes hold mine. “I would marry someone else.”
We stare at each other; raw emotion runs between us.
“That’s not fair.”
He pauses as if composing himself. “Fuck off back to France and get married Francesca, I don’t want to see you again. Your vanilla lifestyle is boring to me.”
My heart stops. “What?”
“I’m not interested in what you have to say.”
I stare at him as I battle tears, I had heard that he had changed. I had heard that he was now cold and heartless. But I never imagined…. Oh. Hearing those words out loud hurt more than they should.
“Fine.” I stand still on the spot, waiting for him to say something.
He unzips his fly. “Close the door on your way out.”
My eyes flick to the screen just in time to see him slide into one of the women from behind in a doggy position, the lump in my throat begins to hurt.
“Unless, of course, you want to stay and watch.” He turns up the volume and the sounds of the woman’s moans of pleasure fill the room.
Tears well in my eyes. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
He fake-gasps as his eyes stay glued to the screen, he is now mounting one of the girls, his knees are wide and as he pushes into her the sides of his behind hollow out as his muscles flex. “You know, that is the first time I’ve ever been told that. I’m so upset.” He mocks me as he takes his hard cock into his hands and I want to punch him in the face.