I grumble, but he’s right. Coco is enough of a diva, and she’d hate it if we had a second dog.
Cecelia is indeed back at her desk when we all file out of Angelo’s office. I did my best to tame my hair, but unfortunately, I still look freshly fucked. The cum stain on my skirt doesn’t help.
She manages a polite smile when Angelo tells her to cancel all his appointments because he won’t be back for a while.
I’m happy to eat my weight in whatever food the restaurant serves, and I hope he’s taking me to Carloni’s. The pizza there is to die for.
“Um, where are we going?” I’m confused. We’ve left the city and are now on a road I don’t recognize.
“The airport.”
“What? Why?”
Angelo smirks. “I promised my wife a honeymoon.”
“What the fuck? You should have told me we were leaving today! I haven’t packed anything or even said goodbye to the animals! Coco will be upset!”
Angelo is unmoved. “Coco loves anyone who feeds her, as does Felix.”
Okay, so he’s not wrong there, but still. My dog has abandonment issues. She will miss me.
“Fina and Matteo are there,” he reminds me.
“I can video call her, right?”
“Of course.”
“Fine. Then I suppose I agree to this honeymoon.” I hide my smile because even though I’m happy about the idea of spending a week soaking up the sun and having a ton of sex, I don’t want Angelo to get used to me being cooperative.
Hate fucking him is way too enjoyable for that.
“I’m glad you agree because there is no option B.”
And just like that, I’m annoyed all over again.
51
Chiara
Dominic is making what smells like a quiche when I wander into the kitchen. It’s late. I honestly didn’t mean to sleep this late, but Luka kept us both awake until the early hours, and then he woke me again when he decided to go for a run at dawn.
What kind of psycho does that?
I’m grateful Kane’s forgotten about instructing me in self-defense. He must have realized it was a waste of his time. I’ll never be a gym bunny or a bad-ass like Thea Orliov. From what Kane told me, she can easily take down men twice her size.
Coco trots in from the garden and stares up at me, her black eyes liquid pools of hope.
“No treats,” I tell her. I’m not falling for her bullshit. I know damn well she’s had her breakfast. Angelo has embraced the role ofdog daddyin addition tocat daddywith aplomb. He’s even signed her up for training classes, which start next week.
I’ve told him he’s wasting his time. While Coco lives for treats, she mostly does what she wants.
A small box on the table catches my eye. I wander over, forgetting about making brunch.
“It’s for you.” I squint at Dominic as he points at the box.
“For me?” That’s odd. I haven’t ordered anything.
There’s nothing I need. The guys bought me a ton of nice stuff on our honeymoon. Jewelry, dresses, pretty much anything I looked at, I got. It reached the point where I didn’t dare open my eyes in case Angelo whipped out a black Amex.
