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“I promise never to repeat it,” Priest said, his voice softly urging me on.
The music was slightly less loud here compared to the dance floor, but something in his tone pulled my attention to him. His eyes were so similar to my father’s that it freaked even Davina out at times.
Except, there was something in the depths of Priest’s eyes that he hid. A storm. Maybe pain. I couldn’t quite distinguish it.
“Elaborate,please,” Priest added.
“You give Ivy her first orgasm and then you just ignore her,” I said, and his eyes lit up like fireworks in the night sky. “That’s what. You men are fucking idiots.” Another giggle escaped me on a hiccup. “You don’t see what’s right in front of your eyes.”
“It’s not just limited to men, you know,” Priest deadpanned. “I know women who don’t see what’s right in front of them either.”
My chest shook, giggles overtaking me.
After that, Dante and I danced. And laughed. Everything was a blur. Distorted images of us walking while he held me. His jacket on my shoulders.
CHAPTER12
Dante
Iwas nothing if not persistent.
And this long weekend in Vegas for Emory’s birthday celebration was my opportunity. It’d give me a chance to be alone with her. I’d ensure that.
“Basilio, you take your wife and do whatever the fuck you do with her,” I told him as we got ready to head out. “Make more babies,” I deadpanned.
“She’s pregnant,” Priest called out from his room on the other side of my suite. “And I don’t like that fucking image.”
I shrugged. Ever since he learned Wynter was his half-sibling, his protective instinct with that girl skyrocketed. It was fucking annoying as shit.
“Fine, don’t make more babies,” I said. “Just fuck her so hard she pops this one out. Isn’t she due any day now?”
“What the fuck, man!” Basilio and Priest spat at the same time.
“Bottom line is to distract your wife,” I hissed, annoyed at my family. “I want Juliette alone.”
Basilio shook his head. “Man, maybe that’s not the best plan. It sounds like it’s headed for a disaster.”
“There is no maybe about it,” Priest answered, his voice clearly indicating he didn’t agree with my plan. “Liam will freak the fuck out.”
“We’ll worry about Brennan some other time,” I told him. “Stop raining on my parade.”
“Cuz, you don’t have to worry about us. Juliette will be the one raining on your parade. She’ll cut your balls off. Your 1934 Hudson Convertible Coupe’s damage will be mild compared to her fury if you lock her up.”
My brother and cousin were the only ones who truly knew about my obsession for Juliette. But at this moment, their support sucked balls.
“I’m not locking her up,” I snapped. “I’m marrying her. If she stops fighting me, she’ll see we’re perfect for each other. Without her entourage, she’ll be forced to spend time with me.”
“Well, you’re both delusional, so maybe you’re right,” Priest agreed.
I just flipped him off, ignoring his snarky comments.
Emory strode into the room right on time. “Ah, birthday girl.”
“Not yet,” she snapped. She didn’t want the birthday party. “And don’t think I can’t see through your devious plan. You started this fucking idea for my birthday party so you could seize a chance with Juliette Brennan.”
I glared at her. “Stop saying it so fucking loud.”
Emory narrowed her eyes on me. “You know you’re on the top floor of the Bellagio. The Presidential Suite, no less. No other guests are here.”
