“Pinot, please,” I smile in response.
I watched him approach the bartender and prayed that no one saw through this façade. Luca joins me as we both peoplewatch.
“How is the soon-to-be bride?”
Smiling my hardest, I said, “Ready to walk down the aisle already.”
Luca seemed happy for me, but why was it making me feel guilty? I stopped seeing Emilio, so there was no reason why guilt was eating at me whenever I saw my brother.
“I’m proud of you, B.” Luca smiled.
“Not sure if I’ll like Connecticut.”
“If you want to stay in Chicago, just let me know. I’ll make it happen.”
I smile and then change the subject. “When do you find out about Aria and the baby?”
Luca shifted on his feet, “She’s set to come in a few days.”
“Are you nervous?”
“I try not to think about it.”
Despite the circumstances, there was a spark between them. Sometimes, I’d catch them looking at one another with such intensity it made me jealous. Not that Pio wasn’t good, but I couldn’t help but question his genuine feelings when his father forced him to propose after dating for a month.
“Excuse me, I’ll need to use the restroom.”
Pushing my way through the crowd, I use the private restroom that is only for Pio and me. Needing a minute to breathe before breaking down, I quickly try to shut the door behind me, but someone comes plowing in.
“What the hell!” I shout as I move out of the way of the door.
Emilio walks right in and swiftly backs me into the door, locking it. We were face to face, and I felt the heat coming off his body as I stood in between his arms with his hands on the door. Our eyes locked, each displaying a sense of anger. My exposed open back against the cold wood door made me arch my chest forward. Emilio’s line of vision drifted downto my breasts and was prompted forward. He looked as though he wanted to suck on them.
Barely an inch apart, “You’re going through with it.”
“I am.”
“Because you want to?” Emilio asks, looking at me with fury eyes.
“He can give me what you can’t.” I held firm when I said the word, even though it killed me.
His eyes darkened while he stared deep into my eyes. Pushing off the door, he grabs my hand and makes me face the mirror above the sink counter.
“What are you doing?”
Emilio presses his body against mine as I face the mirror. I could feel his chest go up and down from his breathing and his heart practically beating outside his body as we locked eyes through the mirror. Placing his mouth by my ear, his hands grab my waist. One hand slides upward, touching my breast and making its way toward the thin strap of my dress, while the other hand slides downward the slit of my dress. Simultaneously, one hand slowly slides the strap off my shoulder, following the fabric fall off my skin, then grabbing my exposed breast, while the other hand reaches under my dress, making its way under my lace panty and then grabbing my pussy.
Leaning back on him, I gasp and try to get out of his grip. “No,” I barely get out.
“Denying me, Bethany?” you could hear the lust pouring out of the sound of his voice into my ear.
“You can’t have me.” I manage to lean forward and off his body.
But he pulled me back in, “I can have you when I want.”
Looking away, “Not anymore.”
“Look at me and say it.”
