Page 22 of Vincenzo
Letting out an exhausted sigh, I wrap my hands around her wrists and sit up. “I’m not in the mood tonight, Cassidy.”
Before she’s able to respond, I stand, causing her to squeal. “What do you mean? You’ve always been in the mood for me.”
Raising a brow at her, I let out a humorous scoff and release her wrists.“Always?”Fucking hardly. Cassidy is one chick I’ve fucked a few times, but I just met the damn girl last month.Or was it the month before?
She raises a cocky brow at me and gives me a sly smile. “Aww, come on, Enzo. It’s been too long since we last hooked up.” Running her hands up my chest to the collar of my shirt, she adds, “I’ve been desperate to have you back in my mouth.”
Usually, I’d be down to fuck Cassidy, especially since I haven’t had sex since…shit… Was it before Amalia arrived?Damn, I’ve been so consumed with her that I hadn’t even fucking noticed. No wonder I’m on edge these days.
Cassidy runs the tip of her perfectly French-manicured nail down the center of my button-up until her hand is hovering over my belt buckle. “Come on, Enzo.” Her voice drops to a whisper, and she adds, “I’ll let you doanythingyou want to me.”
I stare down at Cassidy while she stares up at me with that damn twinkle still in her eyes. She unbuckles my belt, and before I know it, she’s on her knees and taking out my cock.
Her hand wraps around the shaft, and she slides it up and over the head before running it back down. She does it a few more times, waking my dick up, then brings her mouth to it. Wrapping it around my cock, she bobs a few times before releasing me. Pulling back, she licks her lips and says, “Mmm, even better than I remembered.”
My eyes are drawn to her bright-red lips, not because she’s just licked them in anticipation of having my cock shoved down her throat, but because the color reminds me of my little hellion’s lips.
Fucking hell.
I lift Cassidy up from the floor and take a step back from her while I pull my pants back up.
“W… what’re you doing?” she asks as I step around her.
“You need to leave, Cassidy,” I say, heading to the door of my office.
“Excuse me?” she snaps when I open it. The bass of the music flows into the room, and I lazily watch her stomp toward me in a fit of rage. She stops in front of me as I hold the door open for her to leave and says, “What is your deal, Enzo? I thought I was something more than those other whores you’ve had in your office.”
Raising a brow at her, I say, “Something more? As in what, Cassidy? A girlfriend?”
She crosses her hands over her chest, and her shoulders cave in a little as if me calling her out has suddenly made her feel insecure. “Maybe not a girlfriendyet,” she mutters, but I barely catch it over the club music.
“You’re going to have to speak up, Cassidy.”
She lets out an annoyed sigh and says, “No. Not your girlfriend yet, but I was hoping we were heading that way.”
And this is why I cut shit off so quickly with girls. I always make my intentions clear with them from the start—that I’m not interested in anything other than a good fucking time—yet they always expect something I’m unwilling to give them.
Nodding for her to exit my office, I say, “It’s time to leave.”
“Are you seriously kicking me out right now?” she whines.
“Yes, Cassidy, I am. You know how I feel about this shit, and it’s never going to change. I’m doing you a favor. Don’t come back here.”
She drops her mouth. “Enzo?—”
“Out,” I say, stern and impatient. I’m not trying to be a fucking dick, butshit. How can I make myself any more clear?
Letting out a huff of breath, Cassidy sets her shoulders back, lifts her head, and walks out of my office like none of this ever happened, which I’m thankful for. I don’t need the drama.
After grabbing my keys from my desk and my jacket hanging by the door, I walk out of my office and lock it.
“Heading out?” Rocco asks, sneaking up behind me.
“Yeah, I’m done for the night. Call me if you need me, alright?” I say, giving him a nod before heading to the stairs that lead out back to my car.
I’m mindlessly driving home, but before I realize it, I’m pulling up to The Arlington. It’s like I completely blacked out after leaving the club and somehow wound up here.
“What the fuck,” I mutter.
