Kane grunts. “Nope. You gonna tell him?”
I stare longingly at the bottle of whiskey that’s just within reach. Some alcohol would help cool my embarrassment. Even though I have nothing to be embarrassed about, I don’t want Luka to think any less of me. Which is ridiculous given he’s had women all over him tonight.
Since I went to great lengths to reassure him he had no reason to be ashamed, why would I shame myself when Kane and I are both adults and I’m not in a monogamous relationship with Luka?
My cheeks heat despite my motivational pep talk to myself, so I hustle over to the refrigerator to search for snacks. Coco has decided Luka isn’t worthy of her attention and has gone to lie in her bed by the fireplace, even though there is no actual fire.
The cool air blasting from the refrigerator helps to cool my cheeks. After a few pointless minutes staring at condiment bottles, I close the door.
Luka’s busy winding Kane up about what Angelo’s going to say if he finds out Kane gave me a massage, but Kane gives no shits.
“Angelo and I have an agreement.” He swallows the rest of his whiskey and refills the glass. I’m gratified to see Luka’s mood has lifted since the debacle at the gala, but I have a feeling he’s using this discussion to deflect attention away from his own mess.
“An agreement? About alternative therapies?”
“No.” Kane slants a sideways glance at me before sighing.
“About women we decide we both want.”
50
Chiara
Kane’s gaze is locked on me even though his comment is aimed at Luka. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? My brain freezes while Luka looks almost as surprised as I feel.
“Ooh, kinky. I didn’t think my brother was the sharing type.” He rubs his jaw while voicing this, obviously recalling the fun moment when Angelo knocked him to the floor in a jealous rage.
Kane shrugs. “We’ve only done the sharing thing a few times.” He glances at me at the exact moment I open my mouth. “No, not with Paris, before you ask. Or the woman he cheated on Paris with.”
My mouth closes. “So who?” Is it wrong that I’m jealous of some random women I’ve never met?
Luka’s grin widens when he sees my furious scowl.
“Nobody meaningful. The most serious was a girl we met a few years ago. Sonya. It ended badly.”
“Why?”
Kane rolls his eyes. “Because it became clear she wanted Angelo to put a ring on it, and I was just the icing on the cake.”
I’m outraged on his behalf. Sure, Angelo is the heir, but Kane is not just some pretty eye-candy only good for a roll in the sack.
“What a bitch,” I fume.
“Don’t sweat it, kitten. I wasn’t bothered. She had the most irritating laugh, and outside the bedroom, I could barely stand her.”
“You must have liked some things about her.” I’m still jealous of the mythical Sonya. I hope she’s now married to some asshole, with ten screaming kids and a miserable as fuck life.
“She had nice boobs,” Kane says with a laugh. Of course, I immediately second-guess whether my boobs are bigger or smaller than Sonya’s.Ugh.
“I’m happy to share, cupcake.” Luka’s arm slides around my waist as he pulls me into his lap. I shiver when his lips brush my neck before attempting to hide my reaction with a cough.
“It doesn’t matter what you guys think. Angelo and I can barely be in the same room without wanting to kill each other.” Okay, so it’s mostly me wanting to kill him because he’s an asshole, but still. “And besides, if he agrees to divorce me, I’m not sticking around.”
I don’t mean to hurt Luka, but it’s better if I’m honest. Being married to Angelo was never my plan, and I fucking hate it. If I can persuade him to set me free, I do not intend to stay in this city.
It has too many awful memories, and the thought of randomly bumping into my bitch of a stepmother makes me want to scratch her eyes out.
“I think you underestimate the lengths Angelo will go to keep you around, Chiara.” Kane doesn’t seem upset by my basically admitting I plan to leave the first opportunity I get, but my temper rises as his words sink in.
