Page 31 of Devious
Marie nods, scurrying off to the next table.
We’re quiet, listening to the soft music. The wind blows her stiff hair, and she eyes me. A smirk plays at the end of her mouth, and then her eyes settle on the lit skyscrapers. Gray clouds hover over the crescent moon.
The way she looks at me, so innocent, makes me want to take her virginity right now. I’ll take it soon enough.
The waitress brings us a bottle of expensive champagne, and I pour Roselyn a glass.
I hate small talk, but I hate the silence between us more.
“What did you do today?”
She takes long and slow sips of her champagne. “What else is there to do? I stay stuck in the house all day, guarded like a prisoner,” she snaps. “I played with Binx, cleaned out his litter box, and I painted and binge-watched a cheesy anime.”
I don’t respond, so I lean back in the chair. The waitress comes back with our meals, and I cut up my steak into small pieces and pour sauce on it.
Roselyn folds her arms across her chest.
“Eat your food,” I order.
She plasters a fake smile on her face. “Yes, sir.”
Then she scoops a handful of mashed potatoes in her hand and feeds herself. She holds a handful and says, “You want some, my darling husband?”
She’s trying to fucking embarrass me so I won’t take her anywhere else. My little nymph thinks she can outsmart me with her antics. I grab her hand and lick it, eating the food, and her eyes widen in shock. My dick aches with my tongue on her skin. Then she groans as she bites her lips, continuing to eat her food with her hands.
People around the restaurant stare at us as if we have three heads. Then she picks up a lamb chop and eats it, smacking her lips loud.
“This shit is so fucking good,” she murmurs.
Marie strolls back to the table, sets a batch of fresh bread on the table, and she stares at Roselyn in disgust, and then her eyes snag on to me.
“My wife was a homeless prostitute, and I found her eating out of a dumpster, so I’m still trying to teach her how to behave at the table. Please excuse her eating habits.” Smiling, I hold out my glass and tap it against hers, then swallow my champagne. I’m going to need some hard liquor to deal with tonight.
Roselyn’s eyes widen, and she puts the food down. She didn’t expect me to beat her at her own game.
“Do you need anything, Mr. Vitali?”
I shake my head. “Do you need anything, my dear wife?”
“Woof, woof, woof,” Roselyn says, holding out her tongue like a dog.
I’ve never been so provoked to hit a woman until now. I grip the edge of the table.
“She’s in therapy because she thinks she’s a dog. She loves it when I gag her and put a leash on her.”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Vitali. This time must be difficult for you.”
“I love her so much, and I want the best for her. She’s my everything.” I lie through my teeth.
Roselyn wrinkles her lips after wiping her hands on a napkin, gets up from the table, and stomps toward the elevator. I tell Marie to put the meals on my tab and I follow Roselyn.
We wait for the elevator doors to open. Damien and Max step into the elevator, and Roselyn and I follow suit.
“Your little tactics aren’t going to work, nymph. So suck the shit up and deal with the fact that I will be taking you out on dates regularly.”
“What’s the point in all of this? So you can fill my head with a bunch of empty lies and break my heart? Whatever bullshit you’re trying to pull, it isn’t going to work on me.”
This woman has lost her goddamn mind if she thinks I’m going to let her speak to me in a disrespectful manner. I really don’t want to hurt her, and I’m going to take Enzo’s advice and treat her better, but her disrespect will not be tolerated.
