“It’s… so sour.”
“Chew, chew, chew,” he said, smirking at me.
I did as he instructed and swallowed.
“More?”
“Absolutely not.” My phone rang, and I pulled it out to see Evan’s name on the screen. “I need to take this.”
“OK. Want me to get everything out for the spaghetti?”
“Uh, yeah.” I hadn’t heard from E about him not showing up tonight, so I assumed he was coming home with Lazarus.
“Oh, and Cole?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Eat your ass because that was terrible.”
He grinned at me and unzipped his pants, making me laugh. I answered my phone as I went up the stairs.
“Hey, Ro,” Evan’s deep voice greeted me. “You said we needed to talk?”
“Yeah.” I went into my room and closed the door.
“Is everything OK?”
“I, um, I-I-”
“You and Enzo,” he said immediately.
A breath whooshed out of me. “Yeah.”
He was quiet.
“Are you mad?”
“No,” he said immediately. “We already planned for this. Honestly, the sooner everything gets smoothed out, the better, but baby, you gotta be careful. Is he joining?”
I was quiet for a moment. “I-I don’t know. We didn’t talk about it. We just… had sex.”
Evan was quiet again. “Let me get the guys.”
My stomach twisted. They told me if I was doing this, to just do it, and they didn’t want to know until after it was over, but I had to make sure it was 100%. Clearly, I may have leaped before looking, but damn… Enzo De Luca sure knew how to fuck. That certainly hadn’t changed.
Of course, now guilt was eating at me.
Evan invited me to a video call, and I accepted. He came onto the camera with Klaus and Anson next to him.
“Tell us everything,” Anson said at once.
“I-I did it. With Enzo.” I winced and looked at the floor. No one said a word. Finally, I breathed in and looked at my guys. “I-I know the stipulations, but I was hoping that I could maybe get him to?—”
“Have some grade A pussy to convince him?” Klaus asked, smirking at me. “Oh, hummingbird.”
I winced. “I think I failed.”
“LeeLee.” Anson sighed. “Can you just focus on Cole right now? You’ve lured Enzo in, so maybe it’ll get the ball rolling, but please, babe. Focus, OK? I know you love these assholes, but I’m so worried you’re going to get your heart broken. And honestly, I’m not a fan of you fucking someone who might not end up with us. If he was a sure thing and he had his shit together, I’d be more inclined to celebrate just so we can move forward with our lives, but he’s not, and he doesn’t.”
