innocence a long time ago.
She would forgive herself one day for sleeping with that man. She would. She was not the first woman who stood up from a bad fall. One act of foolishness would not define her as a woman.
Her thoughts comforted her for the time being, gave her enough strength to pull herself up from the floor and march to the bathroom to wash all traces of the sordid event from her sensitized skin.
Lonzo felt like a caged panther as he impatiently waited for the sun to rise so he could start with his search. He was left stewing in anger after she left. He was tempted to knock on every guest’s room to check her whereabouts, but common sense won.
His gut told him she was still here. She’d surely turn up at church. Probably pleased at herself for pulling off her duplicity.
He wasn’t sure who invited her here. Rocco’s family was quite big, some of whom lived abroad and flew all the way to the country for the shackling affair. Was she Mel’s guest? One of her friends from the academe? He mulled on the idea. She looked way too fresh, too young. Remembering how innocent and responsive she was didn’t help at all…as he felt himself growing a boner with his thoughts.
He wanted her like he never wanted another.
And he intended to have her again.
After dressing in a pair of dark slacks and a shirt, he went out of his room to have a look around. He met Rocco on his way down the staircase.
“There you are! I thought you’ll never show up! Been waiting for you for ages. My mother kept on asking me what time we’re leaving,” his friend went on.
He quirked his brow at Rocco.
“We are? And whose excellent idea was this? Yours?” he drawled.
Rocco looked annoyed.
“Erase the thought. And for chrissakes…don’t give me that look! This wasn’t my idea, man. It’s not my fault mama was too old-fashioned to see reason. She said it’s bad luck for Mel and I to see each other before the wedding! I was railroaded into agreeing!” his friend ranted.
“Is that so?”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Fuck you, man. You’ll join me in my fucking misery,” Rocco muttered.
Lonzo was now pissed at the change of plans. He was hell-bent on finding the woman first. Because of this traditional bridal bullshit, there was no way he could ask around about the mystery woman. It irked him big time.
“What’s next? You want me to hold your hand?”
“Come on, stop giving me the shits! Go get the monkey suit. I’m car-less at the moment. The girls will be using the Bentley. You have to drive me over to Uncle Carlo’s place. We’ll have our blasted breakfast there. Go on. No more dilly-dallying!” Rocco was shouting, looking stressed. He’d never seen Rocco like this. Anxious and nervous. Jumpy.
Lonzo raised his eyebrows at his friend.
“Fuck off.”
Rocco grinned and tried his old puppy-eyes tactics on him next.
He finally relented. “You owe me big time for all these shitty things, monkey suit included!”
The cur laughed.
“You sure you still want to go through this? I can put you in the trunk of my car. Just say the word.”
His friend looked at him sharply. “Don’t start, Lonz. I’m not in the mood for your anti-marriage sermons. Just get the freaking tux so we can leave.”
Lonzo smirked at his friend, enjoying Rocco’s bemused expression for a few minutes more. Hell. And the poor bastard still wanted to get married.
“I rest my case,” he managed to say.
And even though he wasn’t a fan of marriage, he reined his tongue. He had never seen his friend so infatuated with a woman before. The guy got it bad.
He went back to his room to fetch his overnight bag and the suit.
As for his mysterious little virgin, he’d deal with her later.
Besides, a little anticipation wouldn’t kill him.
Jordana almost slumped in relief as she watched the roaring Ferrari speed its way out of the castello , driven by the man that she was avoiding to see at all cost.
She was
She would forgive herself one day for sleeping with that man. She would. She was not the first woman who stood up from a bad fall. One act of foolishness would not define her as a woman.
Her thoughts comforted her for the time being, gave her enough strength to pull herself up from the floor and march to the bathroom to wash all traces of the sordid event from her sensitized skin.
Lonzo felt like a caged panther as he impatiently waited for the sun to rise so he could start with his search. He was left stewing in anger after she left. He was tempted to knock on every guest’s room to check her whereabouts, but common sense won.
His gut told him she was still here. She’d surely turn up at church. Probably pleased at herself for pulling off her duplicity.
He wasn’t sure who invited her here. Rocco’s family was quite big, some of whom lived abroad and flew all the way to the country for the shackling affair. Was she Mel’s guest? One of her friends from the academe? He mulled on the idea. She looked way too fresh, too young. Remembering how innocent and responsive she was didn’t help at all…as he felt himself growing a boner with his thoughts.
He wanted her like he never wanted another.
And he intended to have her again.
After dressing in a pair of dark slacks and a shirt, he went out of his room to have a look around. He met Rocco on his way down the staircase.
“There you are! I thought you’ll never show up! Been waiting for you for ages. My mother kept on asking me what time we’re leaving,” his friend went on.
He quirked his brow at Rocco.
“We are? And whose excellent idea was this? Yours?” he drawled.
Rocco looked annoyed.
“Erase the thought. And for chrissakes…don’t give me that look! This wasn’t my idea, man. It’s not my fault mama was too old-fashioned to see reason. She said it’s bad luck for Mel and I to see each other before the wedding! I was railroaded into agreeing!” his friend ranted.
“Is that so?”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Fuck you, man. You’ll join me in my fucking misery,” Rocco muttered.
Lonzo was now pissed at the change of plans. He was hell-bent on finding the woman first. Because of this traditional bridal bullshit, there was no way he could ask around about the mystery woman. It irked him big time.
“What’s next? You want me to hold your hand?”
“Come on, stop giving me the shits! Go get the monkey suit. I’m car-less at the moment. The girls will be using the Bentley. You have to drive me over to Uncle Carlo’s place. We’ll have our blasted breakfast there. Go on. No more dilly-dallying!” Rocco was shouting, looking stressed. He’d never seen Rocco like this. Anxious and nervous. Jumpy.
Lonzo raised his eyebrows at his friend.
“Fuck off.”
Rocco grinned and tried his old puppy-eyes tactics on him next.
He finally relented. “You owe me big time for all these shitty things, monkey suit included!”
The cur laughed.
“You sure you still want to go through this? I can put you in the trunk of my car. Just say the word.”
His friend looked at him sharply. “Don’t start, Lonz. I’m not in the mood for your anti-marriage sermons. Just get the freaking tux so we can leave.”
Lonzo smirked at his friend, enjoying Rocco’s bemused expression for a few minutes more. Hell. And the poor bastard still wanted to get married.
“I rest my case,” he managed to say.
And even though he wasn’t a fan of marriage, he reined his tongue. He had never seen his friend so infatuated with a woman before. The guy got it bad.
He went back to his room to fetch his overnight bag and the suit.
As for his mysterious little virgin, he’d deal with her later.
Besides, a little anticipation wouldn’t kill him.
Jordana almost slumped in relief as she watched the roaring Ferrari speed its way out of the castello , driven by the man that she was avoiding to see at all cost.
She was
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