Page 50 of Say I Do

Hunger flashed in Benito’s molton brown eyes. “Mostricio. Se continui a spingermi, ti spezzerò.”

I had no idea what he said, but I muttered in Japanese, knowing damn well he didn’t understand me either. “????????????????????????!(I hate you. Destroy me here and now. Devil.)

“Mr. Vitale, it’s so good you could make it.”

The bubble around us popped as people came over to talk. I plastered on the smile and grabbed a drink. I was going to need it for the next few hours of bullshit.

“What the hellare you grinning about?” Gin asked.

I shook my head as I was drawn out of my daydream. Visions of Harlow dissipated, and I focused on the computer in front of me. When the room stayed quiet, I glanced up at my brothers. They both stared.

“What?” I asked.

“I asked what the hell you were grinning about?” Gin said. “You didn’t hear me?”

I hadn’t. Not even a little. I knew he’d said something, but my mind hadn’t grasped the words at all.

“Of course,” I said. “It was just a stupid question, so I didn’t feel the need to answer you.”

Enzo whistled. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” I said shortly as I adjusted my cock in my slacks underneath the desk. “I was thinking about something.”

“Is that what you were doing?” Enzo asked before he made a noise with his mouth that sounded like disapproval.

“The fuck was that for?” I snapped.

He gazed over the top of the book in his hand. Today it wasThe Iliad. My brother liked to pretend he loved all things classical, Greek, and challenging, but I knew he had a thing for romance and horror as well, even if he predicted every single twist before it came.

Enzo sighed. “Do I need to say it?”

Giancarlo hopped up on my desk as he adjusted the powder blue shirt that sported tigers on it. Apparently, Ash hadn’t gotten rid of the damn thing yet.

“Oh, this should be good,” Gin said as he squirmed around. “Say it, say it,” he instigated.

I shoved Gin off my desk. He fell in a hurricane of papers, receipts, and schedules before he grunted. Enzo gazed down at our brother before he looked at me once more.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Harlow.”

I stared at my brother. “This coming from the man who doesn’t leave his boyfriend’s side?”

Enzo shrugged. “You’re right, but at least what we do is real. This sham you have with Harlow is odd. On top of that, you two seem to be getting closer.” He clicked his tongue. “I assumed this was an act that we had to tolerate, but it’s starting to seem like you want this marriage.”

“Is that an issue?” I asked as my teeth ground together tightly.

“Maybe,” Enzo said. “He seems to be a bad influence on you. Lately, you’re late to work, and when you are here or at Blu, you’re distracted. You can’t afford to be preoccupied.”

I rubbed my right temple as the headache threatened to set in. Did Enzo really think I wasn’t aware of everything I had to do? My father had given me the green light to return to work since we had announced our “engagement.” However, I still found it hard to think about anything other than the dark-haired, gray-eyed man who occupied my space even when he wasn’t around.

Yes, I was a little distracted, but I didn’t need Enzo to tell me shit. That was a bit too far. I laced my fingers together and stared over them at my little brother.

“Are you saying I’m neglecting my responsibilities?”

“Here he goes,” Giancarlo groaned from where he still hadn’t gotten up off the ground.

Enzo stared back, a challenge in his glance. “Are you?”

I stood up so fast that my chair rolled back, smacking against the window of the high-rise office building. Enzo stood as well, unbuttoned his coat, and sat his book to the side. My fingers itched to go over there and punch him in the face.Where the hell does he get off questioning me?

---