Page 12 of Sweetest Sin
Matteo’s not only my brother and best friend, but he’s my business partner in everything that doesn’t involve our father. And the day I get complete control of the company, I’ll make our business partnership official in every aspect.
“If you must know, I finally met someone who could hold my interest for longer than thirty seconds,” I admit, shutting my laptop and giving Matteo my attention.
“And she’d rather fly commercial than private?” He chuckles. “Damn, bro. I need to find someone like that. The woman I took out a few weeks ago wanted dinner before she let me take her back to her place to fuck her.” He shakes his head, actually looking put out over the fact that a woman wanted to be treated like a lady.
“And she bitched when I took her to Pasquale’s,” he adds, referring to his favorite hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant in South Harbor Point. “Insisted we leave and I take her to thecountry club instead. She wouldn’t know what a good meal looked like if it smacked her in the head.”
“Did you take her to the country club?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
Our entire family belongs to North Harbor Point Country Club. It’s where all the wealthy who’s who of Harbor Point socialize, including many politicians and public officials. Usually, I’m the one who frequents the club since I manage the business side of things while Matteo handles the underground shit.
“Of course I did.” He grins wolfishly. “Then, I fucked her in their fancy-ass restroom after dinner.”
“You’re such a dog. At this rate, you’re going to run out of women in Harbor Point soon.”
Matteo just shrugs. “Maybe I’ll go to wherever you went to meet this woman. Which was where exactly?” He tilts his head, curious.
“She was the flight attendant on my flight to Coral Bay.”
“Ah, did you become a member of the Mile High Club?”
“I’m not a pubescent boy,” I drawl.
Matteo cracks up. “Okay, Mr. Grown-Up. So, where did youmaturelyfuck her?”
“I didn’t. It wasn’t like that. Besides, have you seen the restrooms on a commercial flight?” I cringe, remembering how small it was. “It could barely fit me, let alone a woman too.”
Matteo laughs. “Challenge accepted.”
“You know, every woman you treat like shit is someone’s daughter or sister,” I point out.
“Who’s treating anyone like shit?” he scoffs. “The women who come to me know exactly what they’re getting—a good fucking that ends with multiple orgasms. If they wanted a gentleman, they’d go to you instead. Speaking of which … thismystery flight attendant—what are you doing with her? Because unless something’s changed?—”
“I’m not marrying her,” I snap, referring to Daniella Russo. “But, to answer your question, nothing is going on with the flight attendant. The pilot—who is married, I might add—was harassing her, so I helped her out. Threatened his livelihood if he went anywhere near her again. I just figured since I need to go back to Coral Bay, I might as well make sure he’s staying the hell away from her.”
“Do you need any help?” Matteo asks, sitting up straight.
My brother might be a playboy who fucks around, but he would never stand for a woman being harmed in any way.
“Nah,” I tell him. “Guy would be crazy not to heed my warning. I’ll fly to Coral Bay, make sure she’s not being hassled, and my good deed for the year will be done.”
The motherfucker did not heedmy warning.
How do I know that? Because I’m currently standing in the airport, watching him harass Peyton—like his life wasn’t threatened—right in front of everyone.
While he speaks to her, his brow furrowed in annoyance, she attempts to ignore him as she goes about doing her job.
“Let me guess,” Matteo says when he answers the phone on the first ring, “you need my help.”
“His name is Dale Stuart, resides in Coral Bay, Florida, and I want to make sure he can never fly a plane again.”
“Dominick,”Peyton says in surprise when she arrives at my seat. She glances back nervously—no doubt to see if Dale is in the vicinity—and then plasters a smile on her face. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Another business trip,” I say nonchalantly. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good,” she says softly. “Can I get you something to drink? An old-fashioned?”
“That would be great.”
