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5.DINNER WITH THE FOLKS
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2025-03-15 22:41:30
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HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 37. ALL FUN AND GAMES
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENALL FUN AND GAMESI’ve spent almost my entire existence, orbiting around Mark, believing I was the center of his world. I molded myself to be everything he wants. Maybe that was my first mistake. You know, living my life for someone else. In truth he was first everything. My first crush, my first love and now my first heartbreak and yes, it still hurts like a bitch. But it’s much easier now that I’m past the denial stage.“You threw the flowers in the trash can,” Mark, says, taking a sip from the champagne flute in his hand. Around us, there is every elite family you can think of, mingling and being pretentious as usual. Not that I’m any better. For a brief moment I wonder if there is a single person in here that is being truly themselves. I wonder what skeletons all these people carry. How many marriages in here are actually what they appear?I grab a flute from a passing waitress, muttering a thank you, “And?”“What do you think the house helps are going to say
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 36. MINE
CHAPTER THIRTY SIXMINE“Yes! Fuck yes! Dante!” I can barely hear what I’m saying above the screams of pleasure as Dante’s dick punished my walls with every unforgiving thrust until I can’t even feel my legs anymore.I’m bended over in the guest bedroom which has honestly become my very sanctuary, Dante behind me and we are both sleek with sweat. He is fucking relentless in his quest to make sure I don’t walk properly and I’m definitely grateful for that. Like i said, he is the perfect dick-straction. Mark has already landed at the airport and he should be here in the next twenty minutes or so. But who gives a fuck? I’m so damn close to climax that he is the last thing in my head. It’s risky and Dante could get fired. But the idea of Mark’s face when he finally realizes that something he always considered only his is being touched in all the naughtiest ways he could never, makes something inside me twist with happiness.Maybe it’s because I fucking hate him with all my heart and soul.
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 35. PLAN
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEPLAN “And he said that?” Diane practically screeches through the three-way video call, her eyes widening so dramatically that I nearly laugh. “What the actual hell is wrong with that douchebag husband of yours? No, seriously, I need a diagnosis because there is no way a sane human being hears the words 'the woman I cheated with is pregnant and just tried to kill my wife' and then somehow concludes that marriage counseling will magically fix everything.”I take a slow sip of my wine, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun against my skin, “Believe me, if I knew, I'd tell you.”“You know what?” she continues, pointing at the camera as though she can reach through the screen and shake me. “The second you divorce that son of a bitch, I am dragging your ass out for the biggest celebration Vegas has ever seen.”“Unless either of you knows where I can find fifty million dollars lying around, I'm afraid that particular fantasy remains out of reach,” I point out. Fucking
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 34. A LITTLE RELAXATION
CHAPTER THIRTY FOURA LITTLE RELAXATIONDante doesn’t take me home right away and honestly I’m quite grateful for that. That place is suffocating and no longer feels like home. Instead, he parks somewhere quiet, away from the rush of the city, and we end up sitting on the hood of the car, the night air cool against my skin as the distant glow of New York flickers around us. There is something oddly peaceful about it, a kind of stillness I have not allowed myself to feel in a long time. Mark is attending an overnight conference in Atlanta. He won’t be back until tomorrow, preferably in the evening. Not that I can stand him anyway. Trapping me in a marriage using a fucking prenup? I might have been a valedictorian in high school, but I was sure as hell not smart enough to see through the fucking prenup when I agreed to it. It’s quite pathetic of me if you think about it. Idiotic even.He pulls out a cigarette, tapping it lightly against the pack before placing it between his lips, then
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 33. THERAPY
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREETHERAPYI cannot believe, for the life of me, that I am actually sitting here. A slow breath leaves me as I take in the woman across from me, my gaze drifting briefly around her office before settling back on her face.The space itself is exactly what I expected. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a sweeping view of New York City, minimalist décor that somehow still screams expensive, every detail curated to project elegance and calm.Harper Lee sits across from me, composed and observant, her posture relaxed in a way that feels intentional rather than casual. She looks to be in her late thirties, not quite intimidating and definitely the kind of person who clearly knows how to handle clients who come in already resistant. Which, unfortunately for her, is exactly what she is dealing with right now.“Mrs. Washington,” she says again, her voice steady, pulling my attention back when I realize I have been staring past her rather than at her.I shift slightly in my
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 32. DINNER
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWODINNERMy in-laws have reserved a table at one of those impossibly luxurious, Japanese-styled restaurants that prides itself on elegance and exclusivity. I don’t mind if we are being honest. I have missed some good Wagyu. By the time we arrive, they are already seated inside, no doubt having made sure everything is perfectly arranged down to the last detail.I am dressed in a fitted Chanel piece, something understated yet expensive enough to meet their standards, and as we step out of the car, Mark automatically reaches for my hand. The gesture is practiced, almost instinctive, like muscle memory from years of playing this role together.For a brief second, my gaze shifts past him. Dante stands a short distance away, one of the three members of the security detail accompanying us tonight. His expression is perfectly neutral and professional, as though last night does not exist outside of my own mind. I quickly push the image out of my brain. Dante is too much of a w
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 16. TOO VANILLA
CHAPTER SIXTEENTOO VANILLAI’m thousands of feet above ground, cradling a glass of Dom Pérignon in one hand, the city lights far below like scattered jewels. Opposite me, Eric lounges comfortably, legs crossed, his blue eyes studying me with quiet patience. Every now and then, he flicks a strand o
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 10. A SUPRISE GUEST
CHAPTER TENA SURPRISE GUESTMy parents can’t find out about his cheating. That was the very first condition I gave him. Second: no one and I mean, no single fucking person in the outside world hears a whisper of his infidelity or the child that’s come out of it, not until I say so.Third: he cuts
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 7. FLOWERS & BANDS
CHAPTER SEVENFLOWERS & BANDSI’m angry. No cross that. I’m fucking pissed off. The sound of my heels coming into loud, rhythmic contact with the polished floor, is barely registering in my mind. My thoughts are only concentrated on that one door at the end of the floor and in my hand is a huge bou
HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD 6. JUST ONE LITTLE LIE
CHAPTER SIXJUST ONE LITTLE LIEJust how long can you pretend before you cave in and every emotion is displayed for everybody to see? Well, I wouldn’t know the answer to that. I can’t tell whether I’ve been putting a front for too long that I’ve gotten accustomed to acting like I’m living my best l
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