I want to tear into her and demand to know how the fuck she got in here because security is strict. I also want to know how she gave Brando the slip. I’m guessing her face was hidden behind that heavy blonde wig as she exited her apartment building and he didn’t pay her too much attention. I’m still going to rip into him because she can’t be roaming the streets of New York unprotected.
I’m angry. At him and her, but I can’t get into it now. She’s too drunk. My lecture can wait.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” I take her arm, but she sways unsteadily, almost tumbling on her heels. Bending down, I scoop her up into my arms. “Hold on to my neck.”
Her arms wrap around me as I cradle her to my chest, walking to the staff elevator. It goes all the way to the basement, so I can get her out of here undetected. “Bury your head in my shoulder,” I instruct, as the elevator doors open. “And keep your face down. I don’t want you captured on camera.” Ben would blow a gasket if he found her here.
She mumbles something into my neck as she does what she’s told. Her plump lips press against my skin, and I’m rock hard. I tell my dick to fuck off and simmer down. She is too drunk, and I won’t be that lecherous prick who salivates over a vulnerable, drunk girl.
I hold her tight to my body as the elevator descends. When it stops, we step out into the brightly lit employee parking lot. I manage to maneuver my key fob from my pants pocket without dropping the precious treasure in my arms, unlock my Lexus SUV, and get Natalia buckled into the passenger seat.
I grab a light blanket, a plastic bag, and a chilled bottle of water from the cooler bucket in the back before climbing behind the wheel. I blast the AC, setting it to the coldest level, because Nat looks like she’s burning up.
“Baby.” I cup her face, forcing her eyes to open. “Drink this.” I uncap the bottle and hold it to her lips, gently tipping it into her mouth.
“I can do it,” she slurs, slapping my hand away as her fingers curl around the bottle.
Always wanting to be independent. Even when she can barely keep herself upright.
I place the blanket over her lap, positioning the plastic bag on top. I’m not convinced she won’t puke before I get her back to my place, and I don’t want her vomiting all over her dress. I watch her drink the water, taking it from her when she’s done and situating it in the cup holder by her seat.
“Nat.” I touch her face. “I need to know a few things.”
Her unfocused blue eyes stare into mine. “What?”
“Were you…” I clear my throat, not wanting to ask this, but needing to. “Did you have sex with anyone at the club?”
Giggles burst from her lips, and she convulses with laughter.
“I don’t see how this is remotely funny,” I deadpan.
“Of course, I didn’t have fucking sex!” she snaps, all humor gone as her eyes narrow to slits. “Mateo, Ben, and you all have one thing in common. You’re fucking cockblockers!” she shrieks, swatting at my chest.
“We are only protecting you.”
“Ha.” She barks out a laugh. “That’s a fucking joke.”
I have rarely seen Natalia drunk, and it’s unusual to hear her cursing so much.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I got laid, huh? How desperate I am for some cock? How much I want to fuck all this anger and resentment from my system? How badly I want someone,anyone, to fuck me hard and rough me up just so I can feel something other than pain and rage?”
I try not to take her words personally. If she needs to be fucked, I will happily fuck her. Deep down, she knows that. Yet she came here tonight, preferring to fuck a stranger than come to me.
That hurts.
“Six months, Leo!” she continues. “It’s been six months since that prick of a man I’m married to touched me in any way.”
Fresh fury ghosts over me with a renewed desire to beat that man bloody before ending his life.
I want to say so many things to her but not while she’s drunk. I need to get her to my apartment and take care of her. In the morning, we can have a serious talk. “Are you expected back home?” I ask, starting the engine. “Where are the twins?”
“They are staying over at Cristian DiPietro’s house.” She frowns as I drive us out of the parking lot. “He was having a party. I shouldn’t have let them go. They are probably drunk, doing drugs, and fucking whores.”
“Probably,” I admit because that’s just the way it is. “But you shouldn’t worry. Don DiPietro wouldn’t have left them unattended. They can’t get up to too much trouble.”
“He could knock her up!” she screeches as I inch out onto the road.
“Who?”
