I wrap my arm around her waist, as I chuckle into her hair, before kissing her on the side of her head.
“You’re turning green, baby. I like it.”
“How would you feel if you were me?” She bites, as we walk through the doors of the casino. Leaning down, I speak into her ear.
“If there were someone that made me jealous, they’d die. I’ll eliminate anyone that even dreams of you, baby. If I know they’re even thinking about you, I’ll skin them alive.”
She doesn’t immediately respond, because she’s too busy looking at all the people trying their luck on the slots. When we stop to check in, she stares at me, and shakes her head.
“You’re deranged.”
I bark out a laugh and know she’s right, although I don’t think she has a clue about the level of my depravity.Not yet, but she will.
“Oh, Bianca. You have no idea.”
Celeste is working today, and I really wish she weren’t. I fucked her multiple times, and I’m hoping she doesn’t say anything to set Bianca off. Really, I just want to get up to the room, strip her clothes off, and taste every inch of her. I don’t need her fucking attitude tonight, which is why I attempted to squash the jealousy she had about Lucky.
“Mr. Bonetti,” Celeste says, while fluttering her eyelashes.
I pull Bianca a little tighter, so she’s tucked into my side where she belongs.
“Hi, Celeste. My girl and I need a room for the night.”
Her eyes travel Bianca’s face and body like she doesn’t approve, but she doesn’t say anything. Wise choice.
“Just one night?”
I nod my response, and she types away on the computer.
And then Lucky comes around to us out of nowhere, and throws her arms around me.
“Oh my God. Raven!” she squeals excitedly.
“I knew they couldn’t keep Houdini locked up!”
Stepping back from her embrace, I force a smile, and introduce her to Bianca.
“Lucky, this is my girl, Bianca.”
A knowing smile crosses her face, and she catches my drift to back off a little bit. I have never had anything with Lucky, but she’s a gorgeous blue eyed blonde, and Bianca is already not excited about my friendship with her, even though that’s all it has ever been.
“Hello,” she says to Bianca with an outstretched hand, and she hesitantly takes it.
“I look forward to getting to know you. If you’re Raven’s girl, you must be amazing. Breakfast tomorrow. I insist. In the meantime-”
She waves her hands at my filthy clothing with disgust.
“You look like shit, Mr. Bonetti. I will have some clothing sent up to your room.”
Glancing back at Celeste, she raises an eyebrow.
“They will be in the presidential suite tonight.”
We walk into the fancy hotel suite, and I’m too pissed off to even appreciate it. I stand in the entry with my arms folded as I scowl at Raven. I’m planning on ditching him the first chance I get, so why the hell am I seeing red with jealousy?
“It’s a lovely room, Raven. Thank you,” he mumbles to himself, as he tosses the black bag he’s been carrying on the white ‘L’ shaped sofa, and sets Marie on a stained glass end table beside it.
“Yeah, so nice for your fuck buddy to hook us up with the most expensive room inherestablishment.”
