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I wait for my inner voice to yell at me for giving him permission, but it doesn’t. My conscience is quiet.

Maybe being married to him won’t be so bad after all?

“Please, Enzo. Please fuck me,” I beg.

He shakes his head, dragging his thumb along my bottom lip. He leans in for another soft sweet kiss. “You’re not ready for that yet.”

I frown as he steps back. His eyes stay on me as he takes a few backward steps. The bulge in his pants is so painfully obvious. Where is he going? He gives me the smallest smile I’ve ever seen before turning and leaving.

I’m not ready for that yet? What does that mean? I’m very ready. I’m soaked. I begged him. Begged! I gave him permission. I’m still here, waiting.

And I keep waiting. For at least five minutes, in the same spot, thinking he’s trying to teach me some kind of lesson and will come back to fuck me like he said he wanted to.

He wants to. He said he wanted to.

So why didn’t he?

I hop off the counter, slipping on the wetness on the floor, but catch my balance and don’t fall. I scramble to gather paper towels to wipe this all up before I hurry to my room, my cheeks flaming.

If I’d have stayed with Zach, who knows where my life would be? I’d be miserable. I’d be a fool. He was cheating on me, and maybe he would have stopped, but probably not forever. He’d do it again. My life would be awful.

At least with Enzo, things won’t be like that. There is a chance of me being happy.

I think back to the conversation we had over dinner. When I’d asked about Rafael and being able to go out, he said it was all up to me.

Can I trust Enzo to be faithful to me? To give me the kind of life I want?

The only way to know is to ask.

Well, and to wait and find out.

Right now, I’m not sure which route I plan to take.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Vincenzo

My brothers leave around ten. After dinner, we had a few drinks and discussed what our best options are. Elio and Marco still aren’t convinced the family route is the way to go. I told them it’s the way I was going, whether they agree or not. Elio had a lot to say about that because he’s concerned Dario Canvani is going to lose his shit over me taking Jordan. Fucker should have raised his child with better manners and taught him how to treat a female he intends to keep. Not my problem that I do—sort of.

Eventually, Elio let it go. But only after I threatened to fire Bianca, our father’s full-time nurse, myself, and make sure she was too afraid to ever set foot in the state of Arizona again. He got unnecessarily pissed about that, which leads me to believe maybe my brother is on the same path as me, but he doesn’t want to admit it. That’s fine. Elio has always been too proud for his own good. If he keeps it up, that woman won’t want to deal with him for long anyway.

Jordan hid in her room all night. I’d sent Bernice to get her for dinner, wanting her to join me and my brothers, but she refused. I didn’t want to push the subject and allowed her to eat in her room. We’re finally making some headway, and I don’t want to ruin it by forcing her into an uncomfortable situation. She’s not used to me yet; why would she want to be around my family? Soon, it won’t be an option. My brothers will be her family and vice versa. For now? I let it slide.

It’s almost midnight, and instead of sleeping, I’m watching the monitors in my office. Everything in the house and around it is still and quiet. It’s always quiet. Even with the extra person in the house wreaking havoc, it’s so fucking quiet all the time.

Needing a distraction, I pick up my phone to text Rafael.

Me: What are you doing?

His trip was postponed, but I’m not sure why since we haven’t spoken much recently, and when we do, it’s hardly about anything personal.

Rafael: Nothing.

Enzo: When do you leave?

Rafael: Tomorrow afternoon

Enzo: I’ll be in your room in five minutes