Page 44 of Heartless Mafia Prince

CHAPTER SEVEN

RYAH

BITING MY LOWER LIP, I gawked at my boyfriend’s broad back as he sauntered down the hall with all that swag.

God, he’s mine.It was surreal. Sitting in dad’s office, Rocco’s tender side appeared out of nowhere. He caressed the back of my hand. Goosebumps prickled my arms and trapeze artists swung through the air in my belly. Who was the guy sitting next to me? He quickly reminded me. Telling dad, I was his woman. Not giving me a choice. Who did he think I was? One of his gullible women? Rocco knew better than that. Once he lured me to the sofa to eat and talk. His alluring smell captivated me. I was mush. Before I knew it, his talented fingers glided over my nub like a masonry. That’s right, he was a skills tradesman when it came to a woman’s body.

I never knew what pleasure felt like until Rocco. Not to mention he admitted he loved me. Well, in so many words.

Honestly, I didn’t care who he fucked in the past. They meant nothing. I on the other hand meant more than I realized.

“Good morning, skank,” the familiar voice spewed from behind.

I turned, offering a devious smirk. “It is a glorious morning. Isn’t it, Emily?”

Her long black hair cascaded over her raging slender shoulders. Blotches of red speckled her cheeks. Had she been crying? Better question, was this bitch in her right mind?

Her gray eyes weren’t as vibrant as they were Friday. She clung onto Rocco as he watched me dance with other guys. She just knew he was hers, huh?

Her unkept appearance caught me off guard.

“You inserted your slutty ass into my relationship with Rocco.” Emily’s nostrils flared.

Clutching two books behind my back, I stepped closer. Kids crowded around us.

My head tilted to the side. “If you keep pushing, Emily, I’ll break you.”

“You came into the room and all but fucked him yourself while he was with me,” she yelled. Venom spilled over every word.

I chuckled. “Oh, you mean, while he fucked you and he stared at me.”

“Shut up.” Fists curled at her sides; tears pooled in her big gray eyes.

Loud gasps and whispers sparked around us.

“Oh my God,” I heard Genevieve shout.

“I loathe you, Ryah. You weren’t thinking about Rocco until Friday night.”

“Clueless much?” I squinted.

“We’re together every day.”

“He’s out of your league, little Miss. Innocent.”

I closed the space between us.

“That’s funny because I specifically remembered him calling my name while-”

Emily’s hand flew across my cheek. The loud smack hung in the air. My face burned and pulsated.

I swung the books toward her and someone grabbed my arm.

“Not here, Ryah.” Rocco ripped the books out of my hands.

He pulled my heaving body against his muscled chest.

“Too many prying eyes.”

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