Franco laughs. “Because of Olivia?”
I twist my lips, pulling my sweater tighter against my front. “No.”
“Lies,” he whispers. “She’s no one, baby.”
“She wants to be someone.”
He shakes his head. “What she wants and reality are two very different things.”
“Not if she gets her way.”
He may like this side of me, but I do not. I’ve never been the jealous type. I’ve also never been this deep with a man.
“I have the woman I want,” Franco says, pulling me back against him before I make it too far. “Don’t forget that either, Chloe. You’re mine and only mine.”
I melt into his touch, hating that I have to leave. “I’d never be able to forget it even if I wanted to.”
Part of me hates the hold he and his family have over me so quickly. I’ve never met another group of people that make me feel like I belong like the Bianchis. It’s terrifying that somehow it’ll slip away, but I remind myself that Franco’s in just as deep as me. This isn’t a one-sided relationship.
I push my ass into him, thrusting myself toward the bedroom. I snag my leggings off the floor and start to shimmy into them before he has a chance to grab me again. Resisting him is damn near impossible for me, and I’m trying to put as many barriers between my body and his cock as I can. Luckily for me, it works this time.
“You sure you can’t stay?” he asks, leaning against the doorjamb, watching me.
“I am. It’s only a few days. I’ll be back.”
“Promise?” he asks.
“I’m not moving back to Pennsylvania.”
“You sure?” he asks again.
“My life is here.”
“With me?”
I nod, stalking toward him slowly. “With you,” I say, lifting up on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone.”
“Impossible,” he murmurs against my lips.
I close my eyes, breathing in his warmth and the scent that’s uniquely him. “I’ll text you.”
“Not the same.”
“Okay. I won’t, then.”
“No. No. Text me.”
I laugh, kissing his lips one more time before making a beeline for the front door. I catch myself before opening the door and stick my bare feet into my boots.
“Bye!” I yell out, hoping like hell he’s putting on more clothes before he heads out to helpLiv.
“Bye, love!” he yells back to me.
I throw open the door, ignoring the curvy brunette who’s on her phone as she leans against her flashy car, looking like something out of a mechanic porn magazine, if there is even such a thing.
“Bye, Chloe. It was nice to meet you.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Bye, Olivia.” I do my best to be pleasant, even though I want to give her my middle finger.
