Page 8 of A Sinner's Virtue
“Marcello, really? Fuck, it was nice knowing you, bro.” Dom laughs while shaking his head.
“You didn’t see me here. You don’t know me. I’m out.” I point to Dom, quickly pushing past him before making my way out of the room and down the hall. I’m not sticking around to be interrogated. And I really don’t wanna know how those two know each other.
As if on cue, just as I disconnect my call with Izzy, the doorbell rings out. My adoptive mom literally stayed up just to hear how my night went. I told her that I met Marcel, not in as much detail as she wanted, and purposely left out his name.
Dropping my phone onto the coffee table, I get up and walk to the front door, which is already swinging open before I can reach it. Lucy steps inside with a look that says “I know what you did last night” written all over her face.
I’m honestly surprised it took her this long to turn up. I thought for sure I would have heard from her within thirty minutes of leaving the hotel this morning.
I hold up my hands, stopping her when she opens her mouth. “Before you start, I just want to say one thing.”
“Fine. What?” she asks while turning to close my front door.
“I…” Shit, what do I say? “I don’t want to talk about it.” I pivot on my heel and stalk back into the living room, throwing myself far too dramatically onto the sofa.
“Too bad. This is way too juicy not to talk about.” Lucy sits next to me, a hundred times more ladylike than I just did. Placing her bag on the coffee table, she shifts her body towards me. “You had sex!” she squeals in an ungodly high-pitched tone. “And with a De Bellis at that,” she adds.
“A what now?” I narrow my eyes at her.
“A De Bellis brother, the hot one too. Well, technically, they’re all hot. But don’t tell Dom I said that,” she’s quick to clarify. “Marcel, though? That man is fine with a capital F-I-N-E. Zoe, you had sex with Marcello De Bellis.”
“Shh, the whole neighbourhood does not need to hear my business.” I jump across and cover her mouth with my hand. Lucy sticks her tongue out, licking my palm. “Ew, gross.” I pull my arm back and wipe my hand against her pants.
“Like I was saying, you had sex with Marcel. So?” she asks, not missing a beat.
“So what?”
“Don’t play coy with me, Zoe Petrov. Was it good? Was he good?”
“Good sex is really perception based. Like what I might think is good, you might think is mediocre, right? So how do I know if it was good or I just haven’t experienced really great sex yet?”
That’s it, Zoe, I cheer myself on. Deflect, deflect, deflect.
“Dom is the best sex I’ve ever had. Ever will have. That man is… Well, it’s beyond good.” Lucy looks off into the distance before shaking her head and refocusing on me. I am not going to ask where her thoughts just went. “Anyway, did he make you come?”
“Yes.”
“More than once?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re sitting here questioning if it was good?”
“No, I’m just saying what I thought was good could be different from what you think is good,” I repeat. “Do you want a drink? Coffee? Tea?” As I go to stand, Lucy grabs my arm.
“Not so fast. Fine. Let’s try it your way. In your opinion, was it good? Wait… Was he… Did he treat you right? Because if he didn’t, I’m going to feed him to Dom’s pigs myself.” She grinds her teeth.
“He was plenty nice last night. But I guess sometime between last night and this morning, my prince turned back into a frog. Or rather, an ass.”
“What’d he do?”
“Woke me up and told me that my time had expired or some shit like that.” My jaw clenches at the memory. It’s not like I wanted to stay. I don’t care if I ever see him again, but he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it.
“He what?” Lucy jumps up from the sofa, her arms thrown in the air. “I’m going to skin him alive. I don’t even care if he’s Dom’s only friend.”
“Wait… How friendly are we talking here? How come I’ve never heard of him before?”
“I’ve never had a reason to bring him up.” She shrugs. “And, honestly, a De Bellis brother would be one of the last people on earth I’d think you’d climb into bed with.”
