Page 40 of An Alpha's Affair

“You know English is not my first language, sweetheart. Sometimes I get my words confused.” Paolo’s accent is heavier than I’ve ever heard it, and I know he’s playing in my face.

“Don’t fucking play with me.” I narrow my eyes, but then I come to my senses. “You know what, it doesn’t even matter. Luca can do whatever with whomever. I’m out.”

I try to slam the door in Paolo’s face, but he catches it. I ignore him and continue into the closet to get my things. When I flick on the light, I notice I have a lot more stuff here than I realized. The entire right side of the closet is mine. I shake my head at the realization that Luca has practically moved me into his home without me noticing. Or maybe I didn’t want to notice.

I’m such a fool. I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for another cheater. Fuck this shit!

“Wait, what are you doing? You can’t leave,” Paolo says from the entrance of the closet.

I’m surprised he came all the way into the room. I don’t think another man has been past the door of this room since I’ve been here. Not even Jules and he’s my shadow.

“Watch me. Do you think I’m about to stay here waiting for Luca to finish cheating? I’ve already lived that life. No, thank you!”I grab a dress to throw on and push past Paolo.

I go into the bathroom, slamming the door. I look at my reflection and take deep breaths before turning on the water and splashing my face. There’s no reason for me to act like this. We’ve only been seeing each other for five months. I’m still married… this was just an affair. I’ve had my fun, and now it’s time to move on. But my heart feels like it’s been ripped from my chest.

I refuse to let the tears fall, even though my eyes look like you can swim in them. I slip on my dress, unwrap my hair, and open the door. However, I barge right into a hard chest. I bounce off the brick wall of a man and scowl.

“Move, Paolo.”

“No. I can’t let you leave. Luca willactuallykill me even though I’m his favorite cousin.”

It’s hard for me not to break down and cry because I’m so frustrated. It’s the middle of the night, and instead of cuddling blissfully with my man, I’m fighting his demon of a cousin cause he’s out being a fuck boy.

Absolutely not!

“Please move, Paolo.” My voice cracks, and I hang my head in shame.

I promised myself not to do this again. I promised!

“Sweetheart, it’s not what you think. Luca would never be with anybody else. Hell, we’re surprised he’s with you. I always thought he was asexual or something. If it weren’t for therandom hook-ups… never mind. That’s not the point. The point is, Luca is not with another woman, I promise.”

“Then where the hell is he!” I shout tired of the foolishness.

“He’s gonna strangle me. Or slice me up with his scalpels,” Paolo mumbles, sliding his hands through his hair.

I frown at him. I’m pretty sure he said Luca has scalpels. Why in the world would a COO of a company have scalpels?

“Paolo, what the hell are you talking about? You’re really starting to piss me off. I could be halfway home instead of standing here listening to your bullshit. Either tell me where Luca is, or you can explain to him why I left.”

When it doesn’t look like Paolo is going to speak, I slip my feet into my slides and head for the door. He jumps in front of me with his hands out. I didn’t know a man his size could move so fast. I should’ve known, though, Luca is pretty stealthy himself.

“Okay, he’s in jail,” Paolo mumbles the last word so it’s hard to make out.

“What? He’s where?”

“Jail,” Paolo loudly responds.

I flop down on the bed. All of the wind goes out of my sails, and the determination to leave goes with it. I’m flabbergasted.

“Why is he in jail? Did something happen at the club? You’re leaving a lot of stuff out. Why wouldn’t you just say he was arrested so we can go get him.” I head towards the door again, so I can head down to the station to post Luca’s bail.

The police don’t usually arrest men like Luca. He’s a powerful white man who belongs to an almost celebrity-like family. I can’t believe he’s been arrested.

Paolo grabs my arm before I can make it down the stairs. He’s shaking his head no, but I don’t understand why. Then it dawns on me.

“Paolo, what was Luca arrested for?” I’m scared of the answer.

I hold my breath, waiting for Paolo to respond. The way he’s behaving doesn’t seem like it was some easy traffic violation. Luca drinks, but he doesn’t get drunk. And I know for a fact that he doesn’t do drugs. He says he likes to be in control at all times. So, what could he have done?