Page 42 of Forgotten Deal

I acknowledge one-hundred percent I’m being a little pussy, but the timing isn’t right. But now that I think about it, telling Darius I’m obsessed with his cousin while he has a gun in his hand isn’t the best timing, either.

Chapter

Fourteen

Kat

Light pours into the bedroom window, and I groan, pulling my pillow over my head. I’m still damn near exhausted, but grin when I remember why. Flinging the pillow from my face and opening my eyes, I’m ready to taunt Fabio about his lack of creativity with my wake-up call.

I frown. He’s gone, but I spot a note on his pillow.

Something came up. I’ll be back as soon as I can. There’s coffee and pastries in the kitchen, a bag for you in the bathroom, and clothes in the closet. Don’t run off this time. I’d only find you and drag you back. Save us both the trouble.

~ Fabio

“Malákas,” I mutter to myself.

Rolling out of bed, I stretch my sore muscles before walking to the bathroom and taking care of business. Washing up, I glance at myself in the mirror and cringe; I look like something a cat dragged in. My hair’s frizzing something awful and my eyeliner’s pooling underneath my eyes in a very unsexy way.

Glancing at the bright-red hickey to match the fading one on the other side of my neck, I mentally curse the man one more time as I step beneath the shower spray. A part of me wants to bail just to teach Fabio a lesson, but the more sensible part of me wins out; I’d only be punishing myself by leaving this amazing beach house.

After a quick scrub, I step out of the shower and dry off. Finger-combing my curls, I give up with a sigh, throwing on a robe and cinching it around my waist. I make my way to the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee from a fancy carafe. Rummaging through the fridge, I find the creamer that happens to be my favorite and top off my coffee.

I take a seat at the island, selecting a chocolate pastry from a domed tray. Both the coffee and pastry are amazing. That being the case, I’m still miffed at Fabio.

Returning to the bedroom, I open the closet, finding an assortment of sundresses, tank tops and shorts, and sexy lingerie. The man no longer owes me a pair of panties. Continuing my perusal, I find three bathing suit options; I go with a white bikini. How Fabio knew my size should be concerning, but I’ve never been one to turn down a gift wrapped in a red flag.

Applying sunscreen, I grab a bottle of water and my purse as I make my way to the front porch overlooking the waves, taking a seat cross legged on a lounger.

I grab my birth control from my purse, popping out the little white pill and swallowing it with a swig of water. Fabio pushing his leaking cum back inside my pussy this morning? Sexy. A surprise pregnancy? Not sexy.

Grabbing my phone, I check my messages. Ugh, I wish I hadn’t.

Who the fuck was that guy?

Are you with him?

I’m at your place. Where are you?

Answer your door.

Kat, I’m not fucking around.

Baby, you don’t want to play this game with me.

Dominic’s right. I don’t want to play this game with him. Not anymore. Glancing at my wrist—just say no—I hit block. Mentally patting myself on the back, I delete his messages from my phone, scrolling to a message from Taylor.

Please don’t tell me you’re MIA because you’re back with Dominic. Let’s go to brunch so I can talk some sense into you.

I call Taylor. “Before you get all over my nuts, I’m not back with Dominic.”

“Glad to hear it. It’s my turn to drive us to brunch. Wait, why am I hearing the ocean in the background? Are you down the shore without me? How could you?” she says dramatically.

“Sorr-y.”

“Not cool. Here I am having to work the early shift while you’re frolicking in the sun and surf.”

“One, I don’t frolic, and two, how the hell were we supposed to have brunch if you’re working the early shift?” I point out.

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