Page 88 of Dirty Mafia King
Zoey hops off the table and chases after them but returns less than a minute later. “Unbelievable,” she exclaims, breasts swinging as she charges over to stand beside my table. “Think she was listening in on our big dick talk? I wasn’t harassing Samuel, right? I mean, his hands are freaking enormous, so the natural assumption…”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t believe that’s it.”
“Did you notice she kept addressing you as Miss Amato, like you were Hollywood royalty or something?”
I did notice, and also that she never once addressed Zoey. Why is that?
Zoey sighs. “Let’s not let this buzzkill ruin our fun. How about we take advantage of the free spa amenities, use their world-famous shampoos and lotions, then go shopping?”
With the sheet secure, I hop off the table. “There’s a new privately-run bookstore downtown. They’ve a small multilingual selection I’d love to check out.” I read online about the opening, though I never expected I’d visit the shop. They don’t accept online orders yet, though browsing the shelves is part of the fun. I was hoping to purchase novels in Italian, and now am giddy at having the chance to do so.
“A bookstore? Seriously? That’s your idea of shopping?” Zoey sighs with exaggeration. “My thought is we spend some money. I mean, Freido did give me the black card.”
“Freido did?” I ask, surprised. Yesterday, wasn’t Freido griping about Zoey’s demands for spending money? He actually trusts her with the black card?
“We can shop for drip outfits to hit the clubs in. After visiting the bookstore, if that will make you happy?”
“I don’t know about going to clubs.”
“Mr. Beneventi gave us permission…”
“He did. But our guard will no doubt report everything back to him.”Do good girls flaunt their bodies at every Dick and Harry?Bastian was jealous when he discovered me in that red bikini. Would he react the same way? Do I dare tempt the beast? “It’s not a good idea.”
“No one will care what the guard has to say. Everyone will be too busy getting off at the party at the estate …”
My stomach drops. “What party?”
Her eyes grow wide, then her hand flies to cover her mouth.
“Getting off,” I grind out as I piece together the news. “Like having sex?”
“Oh, shit. Me and my big mouth. Freido threatened that I better keep this a secret.”
Everything I thought I believed comes spiraling down like a tornado ripping through my soul. Bastian didn’t gift me with a near perfect day because he gets me. Or as a thank-you for my loyalty. Or because he cares in the slightest and wishes to make me happy.
Bastian arranged for me to be away from the estate for the night so he could host a party.
“You looked pissed.”
Pissed. Hurt. Toyed with.
“It’s in your best interests. Mr. Beneventi did you solid by arranging this weekend and sheltering you from his kinkfest. From what I’ve heard, you’d be shocked at what goes on at his parties.”
“What. Goes. On. Exactly?” I croak out, enunciating each word.
Zoey hesitates.
“You’re bare-ass naked right now, and I’ve barely blinked.” I scowl. “Tell me.”
“Okay. But if Freido finds out I’ve been gossiping…”
“He won’t.”
Zoey takes the abandoned sheet from her table and wraps it around herself.
The longer she stalls, the worse I feel.
“Ever hear of the director Stanley Kubrick?”
