I point at him. “I thought you were my bestie? That means you have my back at all times.”
Luciano cuts in, “I asked Isabella to stay for a couple of nights.”
“Why?” He drains his coffee, then slams his cup on the table. “Good luck with her.”
Isabella laughs. “I’m sure I can cope.”
Luciano motions to the brothers. “Let’s start cleaning up Charlie’s mess.” A subtle dig about yesterday’s incident.
Mattia whines. “I want to see how this goes down.”
“Now, Mattia,” Luciano warns before storming out of the room.
Mattia winks at me. “My money’s on you, bestie.”
I slump into Luciano’s chair, my eyes on Isabella. Taking my time, I ask, “Why are you really here?”
She smiles. “To be your friend.”
“And why would Luciano think I need you as a friend?”
“Because I rule a successful empire too. Maybe not as big as yours, but still very successful.” She pops a grape into her mouth.
“What businesses do you run?”
“If I told you, I would have to kill you.” She winks at me.
I raise an eyebrow, then change the subject. “Is there something between you and Luciano?”
She shrugs. “I’ve fucked four out of five of the brothers. Gabriele’s the last one left, but I think he’s still a virgin. He never seems to get my flirting.” With that, she walks out, leaving me simmering. Who does she think she is?
I grab a piece of toast. Maybe I should try extending an olive branch to Luciano. Two cups of coffee in hand, I head to the office.
The door’s closed so I politely knock rather than my usual barge in. “Luciano.”
“Yes?” When I open the door, he looks up and I notice the dark bags under his eyes.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” I offer him the coffee.
“Thanks, Principessa,” he says, my nickname slipping out as he grabs the coffee from me and pulls me onto his lap. Yes! A step closer to him not being angry with me.
“Anything I can help with?”
His hand slides up my thigh. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how short this outfit is,” he whispers.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smirk, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kiss him softly at first until he grabs the front of my neck, pulling me in hard to deepen the kiss. His tongue dances in my mouth, one hand creeping between my thighs, stroking through the lace of my panties. I moan softly, letting him know I want him.
Suddenly, the door swings open.
“Oops, didn’t realize Luciano had company.” I whip my head to see Isabella grinning mischievously. Is she serious right now?
“What do you want?” I snap.
“Behave,” Luciano whispers against my ear. He doesn’t stop, now entering his fingers inside me instead.
Isabella saunters closer and sits in the chair across from us, watching with a hungry smile as Luciano’s fingers move faster in me, her eyes darting between my legs. Luciano spreads my legs, letting her get a good view.
“Just wanted to catch up,” she says, her eyes burning with lust.
