Page 52 of Prideful Union
“Oh, you mean like when I tried to cut off Alexandria’s hair. Yeah, those were good times.”
Alexandria clears her throat. “Well, we won’t be having any of that now, will we? I realize now what I said was hurtful, Lucia. I’ve come to apologize. We all have.”
I don’t believe these bitches for a second, but I want to humor them and see what they have to say.
“Ok, fine.” I open the door wider, letting them in.
After grabbing wine glasses, we converge in the living room.
“You can have a seat next to me,” Alexandria says, patting the couch.
Like I want to sit next to this she-devil, but I do as she says anyway. What’s going on?
“Why are you all being nice to me?” I ask.
“Our husbands,” Emma says, pouring herself a glass, “told us to be nicer to you. That you’ve been struggling since you found out the truth about your mother.”
“Yeah,” Arianna says. She tugs her feet up under her. “I can’t imagine finding out my father isn’t my real father.”
I tense. “Yes. It’s been hard, but my mom is on her way here in a couple of days, and we’ll talk about it more in person.”
“That’s good.” Alexandria places her hand on my arm. “That’s good. Talking about it helps. Which is why …” She grabs a glass and hands it to me. “Drinking also helps. Let’s have a girl chat.”
That’s honestly the last thing I want after these bitches burned me, but I don’t have anyone else here to talk to other than Santino. And while he’s trying more, he’s still not the best conversationalist.
“What do we want to chat about?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine.
“Our husbands!” Emma says. “I’ll go first. I hate how he never touches my clit during sex.”
I almost gag. What? These women who called my mom a slut now want to talk about their sex lives?
“My husband can never make me orgasm,” Arianna admits. “He just thrusts into me and that’s it.”
“What about you, Lucia?” Alexandria asks. “What’s your sex life like with Santino?”
“It’s good.” I’m not giving these bitches anything they can use against me. “What’s your sex life like with your husband?”
“Good, too.” She tosses her hair over shoulder. “He always makes me come. He has a magic touch.”
“You’re so lucky,” Isabella says. “My husband gets drunk and then comes sleep with me. It’s never good.”
“Share more, Lucia,” Emma says. “I want to hear how Santino is in the bedroom.”
“If you want to know, just ask Alexandria.” It is it petty? Sure. Does it feel good? Oh yeah.
Alexandria turns red. “I’m a good wife. I’ve only been with my husband.”
“But you told me you dated Santino. Did you two not have sex?”
She just stares at me, her eyes slowly narrowing.
“Because,” I continue, “if you had sex, and it wasn’t good, I can understand why you wouldn’t want to say something. But if you two didn’t have sex, then I can also understand why you wouldn’t say something. You’re embarrassed. Either way, Santino thought you were bad in bed, or he just thought you weren’t even worth it enough to have sex with.”
Alexandria lets out a loud, strained laugh. “You’re funny. Isn’t she funny, girls?” They all nod.
“So, which is it, Alexandria?”
“Neither. Santino desperately wanted to sleep with me, but I told him I was waiting for marriage. I broke up with him because I couldn’t be with a man who had such different viewpoints. I then later met my husband.”
