“Oh please. Don’t give me that innocent act,” my father snaps. “I know you too well for that. You could have planned this the same way you planned to be under my desk when I had a client meeting, in my closet when my wife was outside the door, in my car—”
WHAT?
“Iamhappy to see you, though.” Her tone softens, syrupy. I can picture that flirty smile of hers that she gives Tommy, the one that makes me want to put my fist through her teeth. But she’s talking to my father, so why—
“Don’t start,” my father growls. But there’s a softness to his voice, like he means the opposite of what he’s saying.
“Now, pet,” Una purrs. There’s shifting and a groan from my father that makes me nauseous. “If I don’t start, how can you finish?”
My jaw drops in horror as I stand stock still in the hallway, then frantically look left and right searching for an escape.
There’s more rustling, then tiny smacking sounds—are they fuckingkissing? I don’t know if it’s baby brain, if I’m still high on what Tommy did to me last night, or if I’m just too disgusted to process this. Should I leave? Should I say something? I can’t decide so I do nothing, staying frozen.
Questions are racing through my head—does Tommy know? Does my mother know? How long has this been going on?—but they are interrupted by the sound of a zipper and a groan, then a thunk.
Una giggles. “So impatient. Just don’t come in my hair this time.”
Ahhhhhh! What the actual fuck! And in my house! Well, my safe house, but whatever. My space, not theirs.
Rage rolls through me before I can stop it. I stride into the living room, plopping myself in the middle of the couch, glaring at them.
Una is on her knees, and when my father sees me, he pulls his cock out of her mouth and turns away from me, zipping up.
So. Fucking. Gross.
“Giovanna! I thought you were going to see your mother today.” My father sounds accusing. Like it’s my fault I busted him getting his cock sucked in my living room.
Una leans a hand against the wall to help herself stand in her pencil skirt and heels, taking her time tucking her tits back into her bra and buttoning her blouse. “Little voyeurism to start the day?”
I cross one leg over the other, gun pressing against my stomach inside the hoodie pocket, and tilt my head at her. Then I narrow my eyes.
There’s something about her right now that’s different. She lacks the usual thin lipped condescension. Her smile is bright, sunny. Her hair is mussed. There’s a pink flush to her cheeks and her blue eyes are almost round, likes she’s been freshly fucked. And her lips are more plush than usual, wet and—
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “Your Antonio’s girlfriend.”
Her smile falters. She glances at my father, all wide-eyed innocence now. “No, I—”
My father turns to her, his eyebrows raised. “Is that so?”
The images of her I saw in Antonio’s cloud all those years ago all come slamming back to me—dinners, the beach, traveling. The selfies she took alone and with him in bed and out. That’s the smile, big and open and bright. It’s her.
What. The. Fuck.
She shakes her head. “I think you’re confused.”
I bark out a laugh. “I think I’d remember the woman my boyfriend was fucking behind my back. I’ve been a little distracted lately, but I’m not that out of it.”
My father looks between the two of us, his tone cold. “I think you might be mistaken, Giovanna.”
“I’m not.” I keep my eyes on Una. “Am I?”
Her lips curve, but the warmth is gone. Just that practiced, condescending smile she’s been giving me since I met her. “I went on one date with Antonio almost ten years ago. A New Year’s Eve party on the Dragovari Tower rooftop. Isthatwhat you mean?”
I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes at her. I remember that party. I remember seeing Antonio there with a blonde. And I remember, after Tommy and I broke up, Antonio came over onChristmas and told me that blonde girl was the one Tommy was seeing. The one he was fucking. The one he replaced me with.
The realization hits me with a slap.
“Holy shit, you’re fucking Tommy, too, aren’t you?”
