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Story: Sinful Ruin

“I didn’t know if I wanted to smack him or F-U-C-K him,” Pippa adds.

“I hate when they do that,” Gigi says around a groan.

I sigh, a hint of jealousy hitting me.

I’ll never have that with Julian.

Never have a husband obsessed with me.

Our relationship will be purely transactional.

“Ready to go?” Amara asks, sliding on a pair of pink Gucci sneakers. She jumps to her feet and smiles. Her hair is in two tight French braids, finished with pink bows.

“Your dad should be here any minute.” Gigi pulls her phone from her handbag and checks the screen. “He’s taking you out for ice cream.”

Amara cheekily grins. “Yay!”

Gigi’s phone vibrates in her hand. “And perfect timing.”

Emilio walks out of the studio first, and we shuffle out behind him.

I stop in place, Gigi nearly tripping over me, when I see Luca standing in front of a black Escalade, identical to Julian’s, looking too confident. His lips twist into a wide smirk when our eyes meet, and he twirls the key ring around his finger.

“That’s my cousin, Luca,” Gigi explains. “He’s driving us.”

Oh shit.

Pippa covers her mouth, shaking her head. “Julian will lose his shit over this. I can’t wait.” She knows about my history with Luca.

Gigi? I’m not so sure.

Luca’s and Julian’s fingers earned me the nickname Finger Queen.

At least, according to Pippa, who loves reminding me of my hookups.

Julian knows about Luca and me. He made it clear at Gigi’s wedding that he wasn’t very happy about it either. He texted me later that night, and I told him if he was so worried about Luca in my panties, he should’ve stepped up and touched me first. He never replied to that text. I was almost positive the jerk had blocked me.

“Nope.” Emilio grabs my wrist to stop me from moving closer to Luca. “Not fucking happening.”

Welp. It seems Emilio also knows something.

Luca’s amused attention travels from me to Emilio. “Sup, man?”

“He’s taking us to my dad’s,” Gigi explains to Emilio, not catching on to the tension.

She and Amara walk away when a black Mercedes stops. The windows roll down, and Antonio comes into view. Gigi helps Amara into the car as Pippa slides into the back seat of Luca’s Escalade.

Luca opens the driver’s door. “Genesis, I’ll let you have the front seat.”

“You’re not leaving with him,” Emilio says, still holding me.

I break out of his hold, but don’t walk toward Luca.

Luca cocks his head. “She won’t be alone with me in the car. It’s not like I’m going to try to fuck her.” He immediately stops to add, “Unless she asks for it.”

I glare at Luca, trying my hardest to look scary. “Really?”

He throws out his arms. “I’m only helping you make your case, babe.”