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Right. Well. I need to get the hell out of here. Where are my clothes?
I pause in the living room and see the mess we’ve made, clothes strewn everywhere. My dress is hanging over the side of the sofa, my shoes have been kicked off in the foyer, there are socks, pants, and a shirt thrown around the room also, and there are white rose petals on the floor.
This doesn’t look good. Or maybe it was that good.
“Oh,” I say, assessing the carnage before us. A lamp has fallen over, as has a chair, and pillows are scattered all over the floor.
“Guess we had fun.” Alessandro chuckles behind me, making me jump.
It looks like a tornado has come through the suite. What the hell were we thinking? Whatever it was, it wasn’t with our brains.
“I’m glad I can’t remember what happened, the images would haunt me for life,” I snip, walking further into the living room and grabbing my bra which is hanging off the light and my dress from the sofa.
“Such a shame. I bet if you did, your fingers wouldn’t leave your pussy at how hot it was.”
I whirl around and shove him. “You’re disgusting,” I yell at him.
“Did my filthy words offend the princess?”
I flip him off. “Turn around, I need to get dressed.”
“No,” he says.
“Are you a pervert?”
“No, I’m just not going to make this easy on you.” He shrugs.
Screw him.
I grab my bra and put it on over the sheet, then I grab my dress and slide it over me. Yanking the bed sheet from my skin, I’m now dressed.
“Looks like you’ve done this before?” He chuckles.
“Are you slut shaming me?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest.
“Never. It was certainly an impressive maneuver.” He grins.
“Can I have my underwear back now, please?” I ask, holding my hand out to him.
He shakes his head. “Collateral damage. It’s mine to make sure whatever happened here doesn’t ever come out,” he warns.
“As if I want this to come out. You’re a sick man.”
He shrugs.
“Hope to never see you again,” I tell him.
“You can hope, but I’m sure that won’t be the case.” He smirks.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyers,” I add.
“I’m sure I will.”
This man is so aggravating. I grab my purse from the floor and slide on my shoes.
“Never speak of this again,” I say, opening the door and walking out. The sound of his deep, guttural laugh is the last thing I hear as I shut the door behind me.
Asshole.
