Page 90 of Say I Do

I hadn’t seen or heard from Lorelei since I got carted off to marry Benito. My chest clenched at the thought of seeing her again. No matter how much trouble my twin sister gave me, I loved her dearly.

And if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be with Benito. The thought didn’t feel nearly as angry as it once had.

“Hey, Lorie, dad let you out?”

“No, Quincy snuck me out. I heard him talking about going to see you. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

Benito stepped into the bathroom, his gaze trained on me as I leaned against the counter. My heart instantly started to race the closer he got. I couldn’t even focus on what Lorelei was saying. My entire focus was on the man before me.

“Who are you talking to?”

The rough edges of his voice did something to me that no person had ever come close to replicating.

Lorelei, or maybe it was Quincy, said something, but either way, I couldn’t understand it. Their words were nothing more than a jumbled-up mess as I stared at Benito.

“Harlow.” Benito stood before me. He was only two inches taller than me. However, when he was this close, I had to crane my neck slightly.

“Yeah?”

Benito reached for me. It was as if we were magnets, and I closed the remainder of the gap. My phone was forgotten as I pressed up against him.

This is dangerous.I knew that falling down the rabbit hole that was Benito Vitale only ended in two ways. Either I would plummet to my death or be left broken.

Benito took the phone out of my hand, and I stupidly let him. I shook my head, trying to dislodge whatever was happening in my brain.

“Who is this?” Benito asked.

His shoulders relaxed. Lorelei probably still had the phone. For some reason, my stomach tightened. I snatched the phone back.

“See you two when you get here.” I hung up and put the phone back in my pocket.

“She was still talking.”

I shrugged. “She can talk when she gets here.”

Benito stared at me intently as if he was trying to solve some unknown puzzle. I fought back the squirm his gaze tried to pull out of me.

“Why don’t you head down? Quincy and my sister will be here soon.”

At the mention of Quincy’s name, Benito pulled me against him again. “Is Quincy the friend who taught you how to use a knife?”

“No, he’s the friend who taught me the fun of making art with a knife.” My head tilted as I stared at Benito. “You’re the one who asked to meet him.”

He grunted before letting me go. It was probably bad that I found him being jealous hot. But there was something undeniably sexy about Benito when he became possessive over me. It made my dick hard.

“Go do something,” I said, pushing Benito out of the bathroom.

My sanity was fleeting when he stood in my space. It was getting worse every day.

I closed the door, but even that felt like a flimsy barrier between us. I needed a moment away from Benito. Maybe if I went out for a few days, I’d see logic again. I wouldn’t be some daydreaming moron.

“I need a vacation.”

Even though I said it, I knew it would never happen. I just needed to suck it the fuck up and keep moving forward. Benito wasn’t the worst person to be around. And in a few years, I’d be free of him. Same old dance, except everything felt different this time.

I splashed some water on my face. It did nothing to relieve the pressure building in the middle of my chest.

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