Page 30 of Enemy of Ours #1
IRIS
I t’s the sound of seagulls and the crash of waves against the rocks that wakes me up.
I blink my eyes open a couple of times and sit up in bed, feeling a cool breeze over my naked breasts.
I skim my fingers over my exposed skin and realize it was all real; every moment from last night wasn’t a dream.
I let Romeo take my virginity; I practically begged him to.
My cheeks heat as I pull the cover over my chest and glance down at the right side of the bed, feeling around with my fingers because that part of the bedroom is still dark.
“Rome?” I mutter his nickname aloud while listening, but I don’t hear any sound of his breathing.
He’s not here.
Feeling confused, I slide off the enormous bed, with the sheet tucked under my arms, and walk over to the two doors that are side by side on the opposite side of the room. When I open one of the doors, I find a deep closet full of clothes—specifically, all of my clothes.
Fucking psycho.
I roll my eyes as I grab the nearest sundress off a hanger and shut the door to process all that later.
Opening the next door, I suck in a surprised breath.
I’m probably going to be spending a lot of my time in here.
The huge, oval bathtub right in front of the French doors that lead to another balcony is calling my name.
I’m tempted to fill it with bath salts and soak for hours, but I want to talk to Romeo first.
I want to yell at him for not being here the morning after. I’m supposed to wake up with him cuddling me into his strong body, telling me how amazing last night was for him, but no. Instead, I wake up in an empty bed.
I’m done running around in circles with him. It’s time we talked about everything. Especially that night. The night I lost most of my sight.
With a sigh, I drop the sheet and turn toward the sink surrounded by all my beauty products.
At least I don’t have to guess which toothbrush is mine.
Grabbing it, I spread toothpaste over the bristles.
I stand there in a daze as I clean my teeth, wondering if I look like I rolled around in the sheets with him all night.
My thighs are covered in his cum and sore from his fingerprints.
I know if I showed him the marks he left on me, he’d probably…
no, definitely take me again. He’s a freaking beast. I feel like I’ve been fucked within an inch of my life; my lips spread into a grin as I rinse my mouth and splash my face with cold water.
I slip the sundress over my head and decide to go find him myself while walking out of the bathroom. I whistle lowly, tilting my head to listen until I hear the soft click of Sofia’s nails on the white tiled floor.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go find Romeo and give him hell.” She rubs up against my thigh, her tail wagging wildly at the mention of his name.
The traitor. I still can’t believe he trained and bought Sofia for me.
Does that make him her adopted dad? Oh my god.
He’s fucking crazy, and now I’m peeved he’s taken the loyalty of my dog too.
Something else to yell at him about. Which reminds me…
are there cameras in here, too? I’ll have to ask, and he better tell me the truth, or I swear to God…
I glance around warily but don’t feel like I’m being watched. That hasn’t stopped him before
I pat Sofia’s head and let her take the lead out of the bedroom.
I have a feeling she’ll lead me right to her daddy.
It’s kind of sweet, but I’m determined to hold on to some anger.
It’s hard when he’s being so considerate, one step ahead of me if I need something, and yet so very protective, it’s almost unhealthy.
I know he cares for me, might even love me, but the bastard is way too obsessed.
I am, too, though. I couldn’t stop thinking about him for almost three years, and I let him fuck me the second I saw the effort he made into putting that gallery together for me.
I just can’t with him. I don’t know what to do or how to handle my feelings.
I’ll just have to take it one step at a time for now.
Lost in my thoughts as I roam the huge estate, I finally hear the low sound of multiple voices.
I thought he said no one was here? Walking on my tiptoes, I glide my hand along the wall to make sure I don’t bump into anything as I get closer to the voices.
I can make out Romeo’s deep, rough Italian accent, but the other woman’s voice surprises me.
I find a door half cracked open and plaster my back next to it to listen in on the conversation.
The woman’s tone sounds serious, while Romeo’s is cutting and sharp.
“I don’t like this, Gemma. I want his heart on a silver platter. So get it done,” Romeo says with a growl that reminds me of last night, and I can’t stop my tender thighs from clenching together.
“I will, Don. This isn’t the first time I’ve taken a man’s heart, and it won’t be the last. I’ll be heading out from here to Russia on the family jet.
” I can hear the graveness of the situation in her tone until it shifts into something more teasing with her next words.
“So how is life treating you, Boss? Finally get all you ever wanted? Did you seduce her panties off her yet? I can give you some advice since you're a little rusty with the women. It’s been three years for you, right?”
“Gemma.” Romeo's teeth grinding is almost audible. I can picture his lips twisting in annoyance.
“Oh. It’s like that, huh? Good for you, boss. I hope you at least pleased her before blowing your load after five seconds,” she teases, her voice light and not at all afraid to speak her mind.
I like her.
“Watch your mouth, cousin. That’s my wife you’re talking about.” He really does growl deep in his chest this time, but I stop listening to the rest of the conversation as my heart rate picks up.
I quietly leave, not knowing where I’m going, but I need to get away. Now.
Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife.
I find myself outside by a pool overlooking the ocean, walking quickly around it so I can find a place to hide for a while. My breathing picks up, my head swimming as that word keeps repeating in my head.
Wife.
Wife?
Wife?!
“What the fuck.” I gasp out, finally finding a spot between the house and the edge of the cliff, and sink down along the wall the moment I know no one can see me in this hiding spot.
I’m on the verge of a panic attack. I take deep breaths so I don’t pass out, hugging my knees as tears well up in my eyes.
When do the lies stop? When will people stop playing me like a puppet they can control? When does it end?
It’s not possible. I can’t be…no. We aren’t married. I would remember something like that, saying I do. But I wouldn’t put it past a man like Romeo. He takes what he wants without remorse. I suck in a watery gasp, blinking hard as anger starts to build in my chest.
“Fuck this,” I whisper in a furious voice, only the ocean hearing the promise I make right here and now. “You’ll regret the day you ever messed with me, Romeo Messina. I’m going to make your life a living hell.”
The end… for now.