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“You already have.” He chuckles.
Bending over, I pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He easily catches it and throws it back onto the bed. “Feisty.”
“You have no idea how feisty I can get.”
“The scratches on my back give me a good idea.”
My hands ball into fists as the urge to throw everything that isn’t tied down at this man takes over. “Where are my clothes?” I ask, looking around the room, trying to find my outfit.
He shrugs his shoulders.
I need to find them quickly or he’ll hold them for ransom, and I’ll have to do the walk of shame in this sheet through Vegas.
“Oh, look what I found,” he says, holding my white thong on the tip of his finger.
“Give that to me,” I say, trying to reach across the bed and grab it from him.
“No.” He laughs evilly, then brings the piece of material up to his nose and inhales.
My eyes bug out at his crude action. “You pervert, what the hell are you doing?” I scream as I shuffle my way around the bed. This man has lost his mind. I reach for my underwear, but he holds them high in the air from me. I jump a couple of times before the humiliation makes me stop.
“They’re mine now, a trophy if you will.”
“You’re a sick bastard,” I say, slapping him in the chest. His very hard chest.
“I like it a little rough, continue,” he teases.
My hand is raised to slap his chest again before I let it fall beside me, not giving him the satisfaction. “Urgh, you’re an asshole.” I turn and shuffle away. Where the hell are my clothes? “I don’t know what you did to me or how we ended up together, but I regret everything,” I tell him as I storm out of the bedroom and into the hotel suite.
“That makes two of us. You think you’re the only one disgusted by what’s happened? I can assure you, you’re not alone in that feeling.”
I whirl around and stop, and he almost runs into me. “You wish you could see this all again,” I say, gesturing my hand over my body.
Alessandro rolls his eyes. “You’re hot, I’ll give you that, but there are plenty more hot girls in the world that aren’t a Fiorenzo.”
“Just like there are plenty of men out there with big dicks,” I bite back.
“Oh, so you agree, I’m big,” he teases.
Men.
Fuck him.
I turn around and continue to walk toward the living area. “No one can find out about this.”
“You think I want anyone to find out I had a Fiorenzo in my bed?”
He should be so lucky, I want to say, but I bite my tongue because arguing with him is not going to get me out of this suite any faster. “Good. My father and brothers can never know,” I say, warning him.
“Agreed. I don’t need my father to find out about this. I disappoint him enough as it is,” he mumbles the last bit, which makes me frown as I stare at him. He realizes what he’s said and glares at me as if it were my fault that he let something personal slip to me.
I’m not going to feel sorry for him. He did lose his brother, the heir to the company, while he was a jet-setting playboy who now must fill the role of heir. That is tough. Look at Gio and all the stuff he went through. Urgh. That’s right.
“I’m sorry about your brother,” I say.
Alessandro stills at my words and those intense green eyes look up at me before narrowing, his entire body tense. I’ve hit a nerve with him. I should have kept my mouth shut.
“Thanks,” he says, finally answering me after our silent standoff.
