I’ve envisioned his eyes in front of me so many times while touching myself and coming undone like a wildling.
Too many times, I've tried to imagine them soft and warm, or lustful and filled with dirty thoughts for me.
Sadly, my imagination often failed me, but even so, I got off on those thoughts every single time. He is as sexy when he’s mad as he is sexy when he’s calm.
Although she had nothing to do with bringing him into our house, Bianca scored big with him.
Of all her men, he’s always been my favorite.It was dumb luck for her to get him.
Some whispering in the house made rumors swirl as soon as he arrived at our place.I learned later.
Word was it that he had only put a ring on her finger because his family owed mine a favor.
That’s common, not entirely unheard of, but who knows what these families consider owing someone else a favor?And how much of that was sheer blackmail is anyone’s guess.
Giorgio wouldn’t tell me.
All men in this family, although they’ve always pampered their women, perhaps even giving them too much freedom––I can attest to that; my late mother, too––never considered their women equal partners.
So our family business has never been something I need to think about, despite inheriting the Gallo Empire, with all the good and the bad, at some point in the future.
It’s my grandfather’s wish that I get everything.
Although my reign might be only a facade, as the true ruler will probably be the man they pick to be my husband.
Giorgio has also included Julian in his plans.He wants to take care of him, too.
Two years older than me, Julian is Everett York’s son. Everett was my mother’s second husband.
My grandfather wants to make sure Julian lives a comfortable life, keeps his mouth shut, and minds his own business.He’ll keep his privileges, but needs to remain loyal to us.
He’ll never truly be part of the family or have real power. And he’ll always lurk in the shadows, enjoying the protection my family offers.
The little weasel doesn’t care. Money is money. And in his case, it’s nothing to sniff at.
My mother’s second husband was all right, but nothing like her third husband.
Three times is a charm, and it surely was in her case.
She may have been lucky, but she never knew how to truly have him.
I’m sure she tried and gave up quickly.
Bianca lived too much in her head to trouble herself with all the details of a complicated plan, although she always came off strong and lived intently while destroying everything around her. I hated her for that, more than I hated her for anything else.
That’s how we lived.
And now that she’s gone and her childhood home has gone through a makeover and been entrusted solely to me at Callum’s suggestion, Bianca has even lost her privilege of being a ghost.
A ghost would spur a trickle of fear in me, which is definitely not happening. Not now, not ever.
I’ve felt no fear since she dragged me into her world and forced me to open my eyes to the most horrific things adults do.
I put the glass down and try to relax.
The night breeze rolls in through the open windows, sweeping over my body and softly caressing my legs while lifting up my skirt.
As much as I wanted to forget about him––I’m sure he wanted the same thing––nothing has changed since two years ago.
