Wyatt POV
Today is one of the hardest days of my life. My engagement party is tonight and I unfortunately have to attend and pretend to be having a great time. The problem is that I hate social affairs and I definitely am not happy about getting married. It is a simple business deal for me, and it doesn’t matter how many times I tell Sandrine I don’t love her and I will never love her. She keeps pretending everything is fine and we are the perfect couple.
I guess that in the eyes of midia, we are; she is the only heir of the Parisi fortune and I am a self-made billionaire and New York’s most eligible bachelor, according to People magazine. What can I say? I am never really seen parading any women and when I do; I get engaged straight away. Obviously, their mafia roots are well hidden and they have no clue who I really am and why I want to marry her.
I know Lorenzo Parisi is the Don of the Italian mafia. I want to take it from him. I want to make him pay for all the crap he has put my grandfather through. You may say I am doing this for ambition and for revenge, but the thing is, they don’t know I am coming; they think I am just a filthy rich man who wants to make more money; they don’t know my real identity, and I can’t wait for the mask to fall and to have them on my feet.
I look at my reflection in the mirror and shake my head as I pass my hand through my freshly cut hair. A movement behind me makes me look over my shoulder, and I can’t help but smile as I watch Vivian sit up on my bed.
Vivian is the closest thing I ever had to a relationship. She is… how do people call it? A friend with benefits. We have known each other since university and she was the only woman I ever allowed into my bed. I might not sleep around and I might not parade woman, but I have needs that need to be attended to, and she is the one that takes care of them. Vivian is married and has as much to lose as I do if this comes out.
“Come back to bed, it’s early,” she says as she rubs her eyes and her long blonde hair falls down her shoulders. With one hand, she throws her hair back and smiles as I walk to the edge of the bed and place one hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close to me. She moans as I maneuver her single-handedly.
“You need to get the fuck out, I have a meeting with your husband in one hour and he will be wondering where you are,” I say before I close the gap between us as she rests her hands on my chest and slowly runs her nails down my skin sending a shiver down my spine.
Vivian rolls her eyes in an exaggerated way before I pull away from her and pull my shirt over my shoulders. She watches me like a hawk. “Gawking over me won’t get you anything. Time to leave Vivian.” I say and she nods as she throws her legs out of the bed and slowly walks to me. Her naked body moved slowly and seductively. I know what she is trying to do. She is trying to make me fuck her again, but not happening.
“Come on Wyatt, just a quickie,” she whispers in my ear as she gets on her tiptoes. Her nails brushed the side of my neck. I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her hand away from me, and she frowns and pouts. “You’re no fun,” she says, and I shrug as she walks away to the bathroom. Thank fuck.
I really don’t know how people endure relationships. The idea of having someone always around baffles me. My entire body shivers as I think soon I will have to share a house with a woman, and she will be constantly trying to get my attention. Don’t get me wrong. I am used to women throwing themselves at me. But I never do anything about it, and having to share a house with Sandrine is becoming my worst nightmare.
As soon as I finish the last touches on my suit, Vivian walks out of the bathroom looking like she just came out of an expensive hair salon, her makeup looking flawless and her outfit making her look like the most powerful woman in the world.
Vivian walks to me and stands next to me in front of the mirror as she retouches her red lipstick. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles. “We would’ve made a beautiful couple if you weren’t so stubborn,” she says and I place my hands on her hips and pull her to me. Her ass pressed against my crotch and her back against my chest. Her hands rest on top of mine as her eyes meet mine through the reflection in the mirror.
“I am not stubborn, I know what I want, and I definitely know what I don’t want,” I tell her and her smile disappears as she stops rubbing her ass against my sleeping cock. What can I say? She is sexy but my cock only springs up when I desperately need release, and in all honesty, I can find better release by myself than I do between a woman’s leg.
“Who hurt you so much?” She asks, and I frown as I look at her. I never had a deep conversation with Vivian, and it sure as hell is not about to happen now.
“What?” I say and she smiles as she rests her arms on my shoulders. Vivian is tall for a woman and in her high heels, she is almost as tall as me. Her eyes line with my lips and she smirks.
“Who hurt you so much in the past that made your heart turn into ice?” She asks, and I take one step away from her. I don’t talk about my past with anyone. You either were there to witness it, or you didn’t. And if you were not there means you’re not important enough in my life for me to tell you my story.
“Get out,” I say as I slap her ass, making her jump as she squeals before she gives me a dirty look through the mirror and she walks out of my room. I take a deep breath as I sit on the edge of the bed, putting my shoes on.
I guess I never really believed in love, my grandmother was killed in a tragic car accident when my father was a child and he was raised by my grandfather who loved to parade women around and make them promises he never had any intention to fulfill and then I had my father. The man who cheated on my mother.
My phone rings as I walk out of the room and I answer it without looking at the name because I know exactly who it is. “Hey fucker, are you meeting us for breakfast?” Dash asks as soon as I answer. We had agreed to meet up for breakfast today, before my meeting with Frederick Sallow, Vivian’s husband. He contacted me last week saying he has a business opportunity I won’t be able to say no to. The thing is, I say no to business opportunities every day. People assume because I am ambitious, I would get involved in any business opportunity. But no. I am very calculating. I take my time studying the opportunity and making sure it’s viable.
“I can’t,” I say as I look at my watch. Vivian took longer to fuck off than I expected, and now I need to go straight to the office. Obviously, I am not about to tell Dash that. Vivian used to be the twins to go to when they needed an easy fuck in university. She always enjoyed spreading her legs to rich and powerful men, so the three of us were at the top of her list.
“Fuck you Hayes, it’s the second time this week you arrange the breakfast shit and then you don’t show up. What is going on? Wedding jitters?” He asks as he chuckles on the other side. If I didn’t love the twins as brothers, I sure as hell wouldn’t put up with their crap. The way they love to torment me is astonishing.
“I am not getting married today, you idiot,” I say as I press the button to my private elevator. I live in a penthouse on the Upper West Side. Shocker I know.
“Yeah, whatever. How’s the bride-to-be? Spoken to her today?” Dash asks and I take a deep breath as the elevator door opens and I step inside.
“Not hearing you properly, I’m in the elevator,” I say and he laughs on the other side.
“Stop lying,” he says, and I end the call. I am not in a good mood today, and having to deal with Dash and Jagger’s shit is not my priority. I have to say I am a little curious about my meeting with Frederick Sallow. The man is considered smart and knows his business, but trying to drag me into one seems reckless. He’s never really met me before.
The drive to my office is boring, and my mind keeps being tormented by Vivian’s words. “Who hurt you so much in the past that made your heart turn into ice?” You may say I am made of ice, but I prefer the term I am made of stone. After all, Ice melts. And I don’t think I will ever be capable of loving someone. I think there’s something broken in me.
Wyatt POVThe dinner party Sandrine put me through with her family wasn’t enough to show New York’s society that we are engaged apparently, so here I am, sitting in my car as I look at the entrance of the extravagant event Sandrine arranged. “Darling, we’re very important people, and the society needs to know we will be married soon, maybe a spring wedding?” I remember her words as we walked into the dinner event two weeks ago.Agreeing to this has more to do with the business deal I will be making than anything else. If I want to take over her father’s business and his place as head of the Italian mob, I have to put up with this shit. I take a deep breath as I rest my forehead against the steering wheel.A knock on the window makes me frown as I look out to find Dash and Jagger staring at me. They look so much alike, it’s absolutely stupid. They even have the same haircut. Apparently, messing up with people is their main thing. They like that no one can tell them apart except for me.
Blake POV“Blake, I have your first assignment,” my boss says and I smile as I stand from my cubicle after putting down the phone that connects my little office space to hers. Tara is my new editor. As soon as I got to New York, I made sure to find a job. Obviously, I didn’t look for something that would take a lot of my time, but something that would get me some money and would leave me some time to investigate The Reaper.I found this job as a part-time writer for a wedding magazine, apparently is a very prestigious magazine and everything that I have done before helped me nail this. Obviously, I know nothing about weddings and I will have to do a lot of research and ask idiotic questions to the bride and groom, but hey, to live is to learn.Since when I have become such a cliche? I shake my head as I stand up, grabbing my little notepad and pen before I walk to Tara’s office. I am an old school. I like to write things with my hand first, and like this, no one can hack into my thing
Blake POVI look in the mirror and I barely recognize myself. The sage green dress hugs all of my curves all while the shapewear I am wearing softens all the bumps and curves. I have never felt so sexy in my life. The slit of the dress is on my left leg and it goes all the way up to the middle of my thigh.The makeup is dark with some pops of green while the red lipstick covers my lips. I smile as I turn around and look over my shoulder. The shoes I am wearing are so high I am afraid I am about to fall on my face, but I love what I see in the mirror.“I know the dress is a little small, but I wasn’t made aware we were going to have someone to fit today and most of the girls I need to fit are a size two or four,” she says, and I nod. Way to make me feel shit about myself. But unfortunately for her, I really don’t care. I look hot.I hear a whistle behind me and when I turn around to see who the author is; I smile as Trent walks to m
Wyatt POVI watch as Blake walks away from us, and I immediately pull my hands from Sandrine. This type of public display of affection is not my thing. I don’t need to pretend to enjoy her touch anymore. I know that this is a show for everyone, but I prefer to keep my distance from touching her. Sandrine furrows her brows as she follows my gaze and then crosses her arms in front of her voluptuous chest.“Enjoying watching her? Aren’t you ashamed?” She says and I raise one eyebrow as I look at her and immediately her eyes soften as she takes a deep breath. “You could at least hide the drool on the corner of your mouth,” she says, and I can’t help but smirk at her remark.“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Sandrine, and what were you thinking? Talking about our personal lives?” I say as I shove both my hands into my pants pockets and Sandrine looks down at her hands and then at me as she shrugs.“I have to kill people’s idea that I am pregnant as if I would ever allow that to happen. T
Blake POVWalking away from Wyatt Hayes turned out to be the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, and I have done some incredibly hard things in my life. The way his two colored eyes watched me, as if he was drinking me in, as if he was committing me to memory, watching my every move to make sure he wouldn’t forget anything.As I find Trent in the middle of the room, he smiles, passing me a glass of champagne that I gladly take and empty without thinking twice. “Wow, take it easy Pierce,” he says and I nod as I hold the glass between my trembling fingers.“Are you okay?” He asks as he faces me, his fingers brushing my skin as he moves a strand of hair that fell in front of my eyes. I nod, biting my lips as I remember the heat coming from Wyatt’s body. I swear I smell like him now. His jacket smelled so much like him, I bet I smell the same now.I wish I could just sniff my arms, but it would be embarrassing and I
Blake POV“Do you need help, Love?” I hear someone say and then I realize the cab driver is leaning in the window next to me. I shake my head, pushing Wyatt away from me, but he doesn’t move, not even an inch. His eyes are murderous.I hear a whistle, and I look over his shoulder to see Dash and his twin brother. They stand the same way, both with their hands in their pockets. The only difference between them is that Dash is smiling and his brother Jagger looks serious. The way he is looking at me makes my stomach turn.“Let me go, Wyatt, go back inside, I bet there are some people wanting to talk to you, or your fiancé, she might be looking for you,” I say and when his eyes move from my eyes to my lips and then back up I realize he is touching me. His hand possessively resting on my waist, keeping me in place.I look down at his hand and I have to say I feel bothered by his touch. The heat that comes from his touch me
Wyatt POVIt’s been exactly five days since the engagement party and Sandrine has been clingier than ever. I guess that the display of affection I pulled on her made her think things changed and I wanted something to do with her. I pinch the bridge of my nose as the seventh message of the day flashes on the screen of my phone.“Her again?” Jagger asks and I nod as I turn my phone off and shove it into the back pocket of my jeans. I am tired of her shit and if I didn’t have so much to lose, I would honestly tell her to fuck right off. I hate the way she talks to me, and the way she thinks she can have any say in my life.“Wouldn’t want to be you,” Dash says as he looks at me over his shoulder while Jagger drives and he sits on the passenger seat next to his twin. I am in the back of the SUV with my laptop while we try to connect to the sound system of the car in front of us.“They will be realizing we are fol
Blake POVI open my eyes, sitting up on the bed, frowning and looking around. I move my hand through my hair, pulling it away from my face while my heart beats fast. My forehead is so wet with sweat that my hair gets stuck. I had a really weird dream and then I felt like I was being watched. That feeling hasn’t disappeared.It was the most real dream I have ever had in my life. It was like I could even smell his cologne. My skin felt warm, as if he was touching me and my pussy drenched because he was touching, licking and doing all sorts of sinful things to me. Things I wish I could feel for real.I realize it’s been far too long since the last time I had sex and I need to get it sorted. I know I am not the one-night stands kind of girl, but I really need to sort out this need for sex.I sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe I have resting on the end of the bed, throwing it over my shoulders and passing my arms through the fabric, tyin