“Taking you home,” he mumbles into my neck. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as Nico rains kisses along my neck and jaw.
“Wait.” Nico freezes as I twist my head, cup my mouth, and shout, “Did you hear all that, Char?”
I chuckle as she hollers back, “Yep!”
“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Nico asks.
Charlotte barks a laugh. “Don’t push it, bub.”
“Fair,” Nico mumbles as he kisses my cheek.
“See you later, Char!”
“Don’t have too much fun, Sav,” my sister shouts back.
Nico scoffs as he hauls me out of my apartment and slams the door shut behind us. “Baby, we are about to have so much fun. You’re going to be feeling me for days.”
“Do your worst, baseball boy.”
“You know I only do my best with you,gattina.”
You better believe Nico does his best.
All night long.
forty-six
Nico
One Week Later
Ihangupthephone with my lawyer and stare out my bedroom window at the view. Inhaling a deep breath, I finally let my shoulders fall and let the anger I’ve been holding onto fall away.
It’s done.
When everything first went down, Eli handled getting the video pulled off the internet, as well as all the related articles about me and Savannah, and her family.
All the media retraction statements clarified who the true film star was—Damien Barnes. The entire world went rabid over the sports agent screwing over his baseball player client angle. I let them have it.
As long as they keep Savannah’s name out of it, the media can say whatever they want about me.
All that matters is that Damien’s reputation is ruined. Every single one of his clients fired him. Not surprising. If he could retaliate against me, his best friend, then there’s no knowing what he would do to someone he didn’t have a history with.
“How did it go?” Savannah asks from behind me.
I turn to find her lying on her stomach, naked in bed, looking like a tempting fallen angel in the early morning light. She rolls onto her side and leans on her elbow, head resting on her fist. My dick hardens at the sight of her pebbled nipples poking through the silky black sheets covering her curvaceous body.
Like I have all week, I’ve been inside her all night long, and it still isn’t enough.
Pretty sure that if I didn’t have Savannah by my side, my head would have exploded from all the stress, frustration, and anger. She’s my angel. I like to think it’s her sweet pussy that has kept my migraines away.
She does not.
Savannah is determined to minimize my triggers. The lights always have to be dim. No TV before bed. She’s ordering me to drink more water and increase my electrolytes. Demanding that I change my diet, and eat less salt and eat more magnesium. Making sure I take my medicine at the first sign of symptoms, instead of waiting until it’s too late.
She’s a real pain in my ass. And the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d do anything for her.
Savannah smiles like she knows what I’m thinking.
