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I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck and into his damp hair. “It’s cute when you talk about what you love,” I say, pressing our foreheads together.
“I could talk about you all day long.” He claims my mouth, grabbing my ass until I wrap my legs around his waist.
He moves us through the water until my back hits the edge of the pool. He leans forward, pressing his hard cock into my core. My eyes close and I moan. A throat clears, and Keegan pulls back. We both look up to find a pissed-off Emilio standing at the edge of the pool. He’s got his arms crossed over his chest, and his black hair is all over the place.
“As much as I love watching you two together, I need to speak with Isabella. Now,” he says, reaching out for me. Seeing the look in his eyes, I involuntarily withdraw from him.
Oh, shit.Shit.
I hold on to Keegan tighter, and he huffs, pulling me back into deeper water with a smirk at his friend. “You want her, you’ll have to come and get her.”
He has no idea that Emilio is really mad at me and I know why. I didn't tell him about his father’s visit from two days ago. And either his father has, or Madden did when I failed to.
I drop my legs from Keegan’s waist and swim over to the edge of the pool. Keegan tries to reach for me, but I’m out of the pool before he can get to me.
“I was going to tell you...” I start, but Emilio places his finger over my lips. I stop speaking and he drops his hand, just to grip my arm instead, pulling me behind him.
What the hell? I didn't think he’d bethisangry. Nothing happened...well, nothing after Madden came in and saved me.
It takes everything in me not to slip on the wet tiles. Emilio grabs a towel from the shelf as we pass, throwing it back to me. It lands on my shoulder, and I barely have time to wipe my face before he pushes through the doors into the girls' locker rooms. One girl screams, covering herself up, but Emilo doesn’t even give her a second—or first—glance.
I finally manage to react and yank my arm free, glaring at him.
“Hurry up and get dressed. We have to talk,” he snaps, leaning back against the locker next to mine. Fuck... maybe this isn’t about his father. I haven't seen him this angry since I first turned up at Roxbury.
I don’t bother arguing with him. I gather up my clothes, disappearing into the shower cubicle.
I haven’t even had time to process what his father said to me. I’ve been in denial, hoping it would somehow go away. If Emilio is pissed off at me about that, then I am too for not telling me about this new deal he made to marry me. Fucking hell. I thought I was done with this marriage shit. Fuck.
I shower and dress in record time before meeting Emilio at my locker. “What’s going on?” I ask, taking my bag out of my locker.
He looks around the locker room, that’s now filled with more students. “Not here,” he hisses under his breath.
He walks off, and I follow him until we end up back at my dorm room. Angelo is outside my door, and he nods to the both of us before disappearing into his room.
Opening my door, I step inside, with Emilio right behind me. I click the door shut, and Emilio is on me, my back hitting the door with a thud. “You spoke with my father and didn’t tell me?”
Oh, shit. He’s angrier than I thought.
CHAPTER17
ADDIE / ISABELLA
His dark blue eyes draw me in like they always have. I could get lost in those stormy eyes forever while trying to figure out how Emilio feels and what he’s thinking.
Emilio’s always shared his feelings with me since we were little, but now he keeps them locked up tight, guarding them. I have no idea if he wants to kill me or fuck me.
The rhythm of his heart thuds against my own as we stay in silence for several beats. His body presses against mine in all the right places, and I don’t dare move. I don’t dare blink. I don’t want to be the first to break, and he knows it.
“How did you find out?” I say, finally breaking the silence between us.
“My father,” he growls. “But what I want to know is, why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is low and gravelly.
“I didn’t want to worry you with more of my drama.” I sigh. “This isn’t your doing. Our fathers are responsible for this mess.” I can’t help myself; I run my fingers through his dark brown hair.
“Drama?” Emilio scoffs. “That’s not drama, Izzy. That’s our lives they’re playing with. You should have come to me, not kept this secret to yourself.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, biting into my lip. I am. I just didn't want him to know the ultimatum that his father gave me. I want Emilio to wantme, not to only want to save me from his father. Or in the grand scheme of things, maybe I’ll run away. Join the circus. It would be a lot better than what my father has planned for me.
