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“Get up,” I order the woman, not allowing her to finish me off, as soon as the curtain closes back up and my intuition tells me Chiara is really gone this time.

It feels like an unspoken betrayal to come in this woman’s mouth. I don’t even know her. Not so much as her name. I don’t care to know it.

She was a random girl from one of my dance clubs. The reason I was even there was to meet with another investor to help expand the opening of more nightclubs. But I could’ve had my brothers handle it if I wanted to. The real reason I went was to try and get the smell and feel of Chiara’s body out of my mind.

I needed to forget her.

But it didn’t help. Knowing Chiara was watching this woman suck me off made me want her even more. Seeing her touch herself was the only reason I let it go on for as long as I did. It should’ve been her on her knees. That was what I wanted. What I was thinking about the whole damn time.

“I’ll have my driver take you home,” I tell the woman.

“I was hoping to come inside.” She twirls a loose strand of hair, her pink lips sliding up at the corner.

“No.” I stare firmly, my voice brisk like the temperature. “The car should be here any second. Have a good night. Thank you for coming to my club.”

“Asshole,” she whispers just as my driver pulls up.

I sit back inside my blue Lamborghini Aventador, driving it back into the garage. No one is allowed to touch it but me.

Unlocking the door from the garage leading into the house, I trudge inside, hoping to see Chiara all pissed.

But I’m greeted with silence, and I hate it.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chiara

The next day,I glare at the chicken burrito bowl Sonia made, remembering the events of last night.

Why do I even care that some attractive woman was sucking his dick? He’s not mine. He can have any woman he wants. But I can’t help this jealousy still flitting through me, tainting my thoughts.

The only reason to sleep with him is to help me get out of here, not to fall for him. But of course, the first guy I’ve had a serious attraction to turns out to be a psycho.

“Is it not good?” Sonia asks, glancing up at me while mixing some rice in a pot, steam rolling in the surrounding air.

“Oh, no. It’s amazing.” I grin, poking at the chicken and popping a piece into my mouth. “I guess I’m just not as hungry as I thought.”

She smiles warmly, going back to the rice. She definitely knows how to cook, but my stupid appetite has left the mansion.

Once again, I haven’t seen him today. He must’ve never come home. I wonder if he’s still with that woman, doing all kinds of dirty things to her. Does he use a tie on her too? My toes curl from the memory, and I bite down on the inside of my lower lip, suppressing a moan.

My fork clanks against the white porcelain plate, causing Sonia to whip her head up.

“Sorry,” I murmur, stuffing some beans into my mouth.

“He said he’d be done with work by dinner.” She suspends my dirty thoughts, carrying a plate for herself and sitting across from me.

“That’s great,” I mumble sullenly.

“Figured you’d want to know.” She blows over her food, peering up at me coyly with a side smile.

“I don’t care where he is or what he’s doing,” I respond with a bit too much defensiveness, avoiding her knowing gaze.

“Mm-hmm.” She doesn’t say much else.

Sonia is a very kind woman and why she works for such an asshole is beyond me. But whenever Brian is around her, he’s someone else. Someone softer. And that’s saying a lot, because there’s nothing soft about that man. Except his eyes.

There’s something there, something human, but it vanishes as quickly as it comes. I need to find that part of him and use it to escape. I’m not ready to die. Not for anyone, and especially not for my father.

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