“I look like a mess, and it’s all your fault. My father will take one look at me and know what we’ve been up to.” Her cheeks turn red. “I can’t believe you, Ale.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t want it as much as I did,” I tell her. “But there’s really no way I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you, knowing you have nothing under your dress.”
I lean forward and dig out a pack of wet wipes then remove one and begin to wipe the insides of her thighs.
“I’m going to be leaking throughout lunch. Ale!”
“I love you.” I plant a chaste kiss on her pouty lips, tuck my spent cock back into my slacks, and then smooth my hands down my shirt. “Ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
With a chuckle, I open the door and help her down the car before climbing down after her. Opening the back door, I grab the basket of fruits and bottle of wine she insisted we bring.
“How do I look?” she asks.
I look at her over my shoulder as I retrieve the gifts. “Like a woman emperors and kings go to war for,” I reply.
Sienna bats her lashes at me. “Mr. Mancini, you flatterer. Are you trying to get into my panties?”
I smirk. “You’re not wearing any.”
“Shhh…” She skips off toward the house, and I watch her for a moment, feeling an overwhelming bout of love.
Sienna D’Addario was handed to me on a platter by fate, and I had stupidly thought she was simply going to be the tool for my revenge. But she was always meant to be far more.
She’s everything to me.
The small box in my pocket feels heavy, almost like it’s burning a hole through my clothes.
“Are you coming?” she calls from the door where she and Ivan are watching me. I swear her father’s mouth is pulled down in disapproval, and I wonder if he knows what we were up to.
With a shrug, I take a step forward and toward the beginning of the rest of my life.