Page 52 of Sinful Scars

“No, I guess not. Anyway, how was work? I’m glad you’re on day shifts for a while. It means I can actually see you more than once a month.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” I sigh, reaching for my menu.

“Don’t be, you’re working hard.”

Our waiter appears with another round of martinis, and I eagerly drink half of mine in one gulp.

“Another one of these, and I’ll soon forget about the fact that there’s vomit in my hair.”

“Ew!” Lucia winces. “Though saying that, there’s probably some in mine.”

Lucia brings me up to date on all of Vivi’s antics while we peruse the menu, even though we both always order the carbonara.

I was worried that her only reason for having dinner with me tonight was so that she could interrogate me further about my mystery man. But so far, she’s done nothing but go through her camera roll, showing me dozens of cute videos of Vivi and her cousins at a spontaneous playdate that she had the other morning at Zara and Dimitri’s place.

I’m so happy that Lucia has finally found people that genuinely care about her. For so long, she wasted her time and energy on fake friends that only cared about her money and status and what she could offer them.

I hated seeing her generosity be taken advantage of like that, and it ultimately made her miserable.

But I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy too. Losing my parents and brother at such a young age and then beingraised solely by my grandmother for over a decade, it has made me crave a family unit like the Koslovs have.

Not that I would ever admit that to Lucia. I don’t want to give her another reason to worry about me.

Though it seems I wasn’t off about the secret ploy to interrogate me as the moment our food arrives, Lucia wastes no time in turning the conversation around to my mystery man.

“So, I haven’t heard anything from you about your little…friend.” She narrows her eyes at me.

“Couldn’t even let me take one bite of my pasta before bringing this up?” I set down my fork.

She scoffs. “I’m surprised that you thought I wasn’t going to bring it up at all. I don’t like how blasé you’re being about all of this. This man isstalkingyou.”

He’s doing a lot more than that.

My cheeks burn as I try not to think of what happened last night.

I had hoped that in staying up, I would finally catch him in the act. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would turn into him giving me the best orgasms of my life.

I hope he visits again tonight, not just because I enjoyed the way he made my body come alive in a way no man ever has, but because I liked knowing he was there.

I’ve spent too many nights in an empty bed, and it was nice to fall asleep knowing that I wasn’t alone.

Though, I am curious if things between us will finally progress further.

From the noises he made as he devoured my pussy, it was clear he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. At one point, I thought he would give in to his own needs and fuck me, and I can’t deny the thought has my blood heating.

If he can make me scream with just his tongue, I can only imagine what he can do with his cock.

The thought of waking up to finding him peeling off my clothes and climbing on top of me has my pulse racing.

That’s definitely not the reaction I should be having when thinking of my stalker.

“I’ve got everything under control.” I take a sip of my drink, if only to slightly hide my guilty expression.

“Has he been back?”

I twirl some spaghetti around my fork, hoping that my silence will cause her to grow bored of the subject. But it seems my silence only adds fuel to the fire that she’s slowly been tending to since I first told her about the kidnapping.

“I think you should talk to someone. It’s obvious that this entire situation has caused some sort of trauma-induced mental breakdown?—”

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