Page 71 of Sinful Pleasure

My stomach grumbled, betraying me with its loud demand for food. I hadn’t eaten since this morning, and now I was feeling it.

“We can order room service if you want,” he shrugged nonchalantly, continuing to type something on his phone.

I nodded, though I knew he wasn’t paying attention.

“Sounds good. I’m going to change first.”

I got up, heading toward my room. I was dressed simply in a white long t-shirt and my panties—my usual outfit before bed. Honestly, I didn’t expect Angelo to come back to our suite at all.

As I passed him, I caught the flicker of his gaze lingering on my exposed legs. It was the first time he’d given me any attention since he returned, and I didn’t quite know how to feel about it.

We were staying in the presidential suite, the most expensive one in the hotel. It was massive—two separate rooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen.

Thankfully, we slept in separate rooms. He respected my personal space and didn’t try to force us into sharing a bed.

After changing into something more decent, I made my way back to the living area, finding Angelo in the same spot, still distracted by his phone.

“When are we heading back?’’

He locked his phone, tossing it onto the table beside him, and turned to face me.

“Tomorrow morning.”

But before either of us could say anything more, his phone rang again. This time, someone was calling him.

He groaned, slumping back against the couch, clearly frustrated.

“I have to take this. Can you order for the both of us?”

Angelo handed me his card, not waiting for an answer before getting up and disappearing into his room.

I stared down at the card in my hand. Had he forgotten that he’d givenme one just this morning before he left for his meeting?

What was strange, though, was how different Angelo seemed. Normally, he was the talkative one, the more easygoing of the two brothers.

But tonight… he seemed off.

His usual charisma was replaced by a quiet intensity that didn’t sit right with me.

It was as if something had shifted during that mysterious meeting, but what exactly?

CHAPTER20

MADDOX

I listened to my father argue with Angelo on the phone, tapping my foot impatiently as I sat on the couch across from his office desk.

Angelo had one job. One damn job.And, as usual, he found a way to screw it up.

“Fuck,” my father cursed, slamming the phone down on the desk.His voice echoed through the room, making even his men jump back a little. I stared at him blankly, not even flinching.

“What?” I asked, feeling the last bit of my patience slip away.

“Your brother fucked up, like always,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I have to go deal with this in person.”

He stood up, but I stopped him. I was done with his evasive bullshit.I was taller than him, looking down at his face with my grip tightening on his arm.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice sharp and unwavering.

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