Page 12 of Spice and Revenge

“It's different this time. She's not just insanely gorgeous; she's like the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I haven't even seen her naked yet,” I admit, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

“Hmm,” Gio muses. “Go on.”

“When she was looking at me fucking another woman, yeah, that was so hot. I felt something, and I haven’t been able to act normal around her ever since.”

“I’ll agree, that sounds hot,” Gio agrees with a chuckle. “But women usually don't get under your skin like this...”

“Exactly,” I growl. “I don’t know what it is about this one. Ever since she arrived, I've been off my game. Mind you, she just moved in yesterday.”

“How off are we talking here?”

“Throwing tantrums,” I say. I feel embarrassed even saying it.

“What do you mean throwing tantrums?”

“I complained about things I never cared about before,” I grunt. “When Nina introduced us, I nitpicked her attire, for God's sake. Since when I care about how my employees dress?”

Gio leans forward on his desk, getting more interested in the story.

“And this morning, I complained about my orange juice being too sugary, and my cornetti being undercooked…”

“It doesn’t sound like tantrums to me. Isn’t that something valid to be mad about?”

“I made it all up!” I exclaim. “The juice didn’t have any artificial sugar in it, I’m sure. And the cornetti was delicious.”

“So, you're trying to provoke her?” Even though Gio can be annoying when he wants to, he just gets me.

“Yup. When I was yelling at her, a part of me wanted her to snap back at me, or cry, or just show any reaction!”

Gio's shoulders shake with laughter, and I realize he's enjoying this. “Sounds to me like you are sexually frustrated, my friend,” Gio mocks. Sexual frustration? Me? Preposterous.

“I am not sexually frustrated,” I growl.

“The fact you're here because of this woman says otherwise. But hey, it happens to the best of us,” he says, flashing a knowing grin.

I can’t help but chuckle. Giovanni and his antics.

Calling Giovanni a man-whore would be putting things lightly. He likes to say he’s sexually liberated, but it’s much more than that. He's a self-proclaimed man of pleasure, indulging in all sorts of escapades. From hosting to participating in all kinds of sexual activities, orgies, threesomes, foursomes—you name it.

“Whatever, man,” I say in an attempt to change the topic.

Gio smirks. “I know just the thing you need.”

Before I can ask what, he beats me to it.

“You need to take that edge off by visitingSinz Swingtonight. There are plenty of women, hotter and more accommodating than your chef, to help you unwind,” he suggests.

Sinz Swingis our go-to spot, a sanctuary where I let loose and have fun. An exclusive club that caters to every manner of taste. But today, as I consider it, I know deep down that no other woman would be able to satisfy this newfound urge that I have.

Chapter Five

Lorena

Thud!

The satisfying sound of the dart piercing the board hits me. A surge of gratification surges through me, a familiar thrill coursing down my spine at the precision of my aim.

“Of course, you hit the bullseye,” Mark says with an eye roll.

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