CHAPTER THIRTY: WINTER
The moment I awake the night before slams into me, hard.
I inhale a sharp breath, looking around. My gown is back in place but my underwear are missing and the sheets are gone as well, replaced with a new set.
I can't help but to be confused. I sit up, trying to figure out what in the hell happened after I...
After I went to sleep seconds after coming with Vito's mouth on my pussy and his fingers stuffed inside of me, while Giovanni watched from the shadows.
My skin flushes and I press a hand to my face, wondering how in the fuck I'm going to be able to look either of them in the eyes.
When I had sex with Maximo it was... not on my own volition, but with Vito I'd definitely instigated it. I'd kissed him first and then I'd continued to grind up and against him as he ran his lips and tongue over my body,
And I hadn't even tried to stop once I realized Giovanni was watching from the doorway.
It hadn’t crossed my mind for a moment.
Fuck, I hadn't even heard the door open back up after Vito closed it. Did he know Giovanni was there?
I don't doubt that he did and he certainly knew after I fell asleep.
Fuck.
Then there's the whole incident that happened at the club. How many problems can I find myself getting into before someone finally puts me out of my fucking misery.
A swift knock comes on my door before it's being thrown open and Enzo steps inside. His eyes move over me and there's this knowing look in his eyes that has my cheeks heating up all over again.
No, it's nothing but your imagination, Winter. He doesn't know.
He clears his throat. "How are you feeling today?"
The question gives me pause.
He has to know.
"Winter?"
"Fine," I say quickly, pulling my gown down under the cover since I don't want to flash him my bare vagina as I get out of the bed.
It's not as if everyone hasn't seen it at this point.
I push the thought away, getting to my feet. I slide my feet into my slippers, doing my best not to bend over in any way even though I'm pretty sure Enzo is pointedly keeping his eyes off of me right now.
I lift my chin higher, feigning a confidence I don't feel. He looks at me briefly before turning down the hall and I take my cue to follow him.
When we get to the bathroom, I expect for him to stop there but instead we head down the stairs and my eyes widen. "Where are we going?"
"Breakfast," he says without pause.
Fuck, but I don't have any underwear.
"Uh.... I need to use the restroom."
He shakes his head. “I have orders to bring you straight downstairs. You can try to plead your case with Giovanni then, but in the meantime no bathroom breaks." He keeps walking.
For a moment, I consider moving into the bathroom anyway, but he'll only drag me out or pick me up and throw me over his shoulder, then my vagina will really be out.
I ball my fists up, but follow him. The whole time I'm aware of how I walk and the fact that my gown is extremely short.