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And this is why I fuck with Frank. Business is business and always progressive. It’s been ten years of growing one takeover at a time and St. Regis Place is no different.
Aurora’s blue eyes flash like an unwanted ghost and I know I need to stay away from her.
Frank leans forward and whispers. "Do you want to sit on Jeff’s place and see if he’ll collect the payment?"
"Fuck no! I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t need another loan for another debt.”
“Why do you keep lending it?”
“Fuck if I know. He used to be a different man and he’s always had a family.”
“You can’t always be there to bail him out.”
“Yeah, I know.” I mutter. Those were my words when I called in this debt. No more banking on our childhood friendship. But now I’ll always associate Jeff Wallace with Aurora’s passionate blue eyes. And with that in mind, I'm imagine myself kissing her lips, sucking on her full breasts, and sliding into her from behind.
“Yo, man. I thought we were talking business.”
“On second thought, I’m outta here.” I slap a hand on Frank’s shoulder as I walk back out to my car.
Damn, I hope our paths never cross again. I slide in my car and before leaving the parking lot. I know this ain’t the end.
“Fuck that. She’ll be mine.”
2
AURORA
I close my eyes,trying to suppress the anger I feel when I think of Tristano. It's been a week since he turned my life upside down, and it's time I confront my father. The clock is ticking, and we have to find a way to get the hotel back.
I maneuver through traffic, and when I drive past St. Regis Place, my heart aches until the thought of Tristano surfaces. The man is ruthless, and he has no respect for our family or its legacy.
Since I found out the hotel is no longer ours, I haven't been myself. I've worked at St. Regis since I turned sixteen, but now, that asshole is the new owner.
God, I hate his guts! But there's something about him that I can't deny, something that draws me to him in spite of everything.
Growing up, I knew nothing good would come from Dad’s friendship with Tristano. It turns out I'm right.
Tristano is the origin of Jeff's addiction to gambling. And gambling is the reason Mom dumped Jeff and left me. According to her, Jeff was a hardworking hotelier at the early stage of their marriage. Everything changed when he began associating with new friends, like Tristano and Nicoli.
Mom feared his obsession with gambling would leave us with nothing one day. She was right, except I never thought it would be our hotel.
“Tristano’s hotel.” I groan, trying not to think about the way he stared at me. I’m sure he could hear my heart beating. And when his eyes swept my body, I felt seen in a way that makes me curious.
I place a hand over my heart and take a few breaths. The man is rich red velvet cake when you’re diabetic. A stiff drink when you’re a recovering alcoholic. Sin covered in a designer suit when bad boys are your drug of choice.
Tristano is no good.
Not for the hotel. Not for my father. Not for me.
But the man visits me in my dreams with those dark eyes whisperingtesoroacross my skin. I groan.
Tristano’s bad news and I have bigger issues to address, like a job.
I'd invested my time and energy trying to save the hotel, but all that has gone down the drain.
I could use a personal assistant. I huff and look outside the window when I recall the sexy smirk on his face.
The way he constantly stared at my breasts and lips made me more annoyed than the loss of the hotel. The last time I set my eyes on him was when I turned eighteen. So, he's probably amazed by how big I’ve become. Stress eating makes my hips a little wider and my thighs a little thicker.
