เข้าสู่ระบบ~~~CAIRO~~~ FOUR DAYS LATER}I drag my cuffs, trying to get the damn things to sit straight. I’ve got to get to Summerlin and meet Leo before the flight to South Africa tomorrow. The man tried to send me a digital render of the ring he’s been crafting for Diana, but I said no. I need to see it myself. If that ring doesn't leave me in absolute awe, the kind of awe, that takes the oxygen out of my lungs and drops me to my feet the second I look at it, then he’s going back to the drawing board. Diana doesn't get "good enough." She gets the best.My mind travels back to the last seventy-two hours with her, and I can't help but smile like a fool. The last three days in California were the only time I felt like I was home. We were in my mom's kitchen in California. She was laughing freely, trying to teach me how to flip a grilled cheese without dropping it on the floor. And I just had to end up tossing the whole spatula in the sink and kissing her against the counter until she forgot
~~~DIANA~~~My body feels like it's floating somewhere far away from my brain. Literally.My legs are still getting the aftershock spasms every few seconds, clenching around the sweet and agonizing emptiness Cairo's dick left inside me. I can feel his cum still dripping out of me, drenching my shorts and running against his pants.It's messy and uncomfortable, but I don't want to move. I don't want to break whatever this is between us.His arms are still around me and his fingers are drawing dreamy circles on the skin of my back. The windows are fogged up from the mind-bending steamy session we just had. His hair is messy from all the wreck we just did to each other.He's watching me with those sleepy grey eyes, waiting for me to finally ask my question.I finally take a deep breath. "What happens now? With her, I mean. With Sienna."He goes quiet for a second, his jaw clenching as he stares at the fogged-up glass. "Don't have a road map for that yet, Diana. I’m still trying to pro
~~~CAIRO~~~Diana doesn’t make me wait.She grabs my face with both hands and smashes her lips into mine.It's so damn messed up, desperate, and wet. Her tongue rides on mine like she’s trying to claim me.The weight of the last four days of hell evaporates the second she tastes like home. It’s a violent relief, a soul-deep anchor that stops the spinning in my head and reminds me exactly why I’d cross any line just to keep her with me. I groan into her mouth, tasting gloss from her and a sweet flavor I don't know the name of.Every kiss of her lips reminds me my fancy bed in Vegas means nothing against a stuffed car space, as long as I'm with her.My hands grip her ass, fingers sliding into the soft satin of her little shorts.I reach up and switch off the interior light. The car goes darker, only the orange glow from the streetlights outside lighting up pieces of her face and body.Good. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.She’s straddling me, those soft thighs spread wide over
I don't give him a response, but my heart's aching to scream. Say something, Cairo. Just say anything. Tell me why you just left me. Tell me I'm not crazy for feeling this way. Tell me I'm yours and I'll be fine."What are you doing here, Cairo?" I ask, my voice cold as death. "You should go back to your family. I'm sure they need you there. Or maybe your daughter's mom needs—"I'm still talking, without even realizing he's already in front of me. His arms circle me and he pulls me against his chest. He lifts me clean off the ground like I'm weightless, and he starts spinning me in circles, like we're a happy, newlywed couple having the most beautiful night of their lives.I'm literally still gasping from the shock. My arms are already grabbing his hair; I don't even know when I did that. His body feels so warm and solid against mine. I can feel the hard bulge of his erection against my stomach through our clothes. It's thick, relentless. His scent, that deep, intoxicating mix of
I'm dicing cabbages in the kitchen, chopping them into tiny pieces just to keep my hands busy. But it's not working. Cairo keeps invading my thoughts, my heart, my everything. I can't even hear the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board anymore because my head is too loud with thoughts where I'm screaming at him and crying.I chop the veggies faster. The cabbage is basically melted, but I can't just get my hands to stop.Pippa is sitting on the counter stool behind me, crunching potato chips and making these weird, annoying sounds with her mouth. She's been doing it for the past ten minutes and in one more minute, I'm gonna throw this knife at her."So," she says, chewing loudly, "what are we gonna tell Mrs. Gable tomorrow? We already missed Monday. She's gonna kill us."I keep chopping. "I don't know, Pippa. We'll think of something.""She's gonna ask questions, Diana. You know how she is. She's gonna want details.""Then we'll give her details.""Like what? 'Sorry Mrs. Gable
"Don't call her that in front of me, Mom."My voice is all roughed up against my mom, but I'm not gonna take my words back.Mom doesn't flinch. In fact, she stares closer. "Call her what? A slut?" she snaps. "That’s exactly what she is, Cairo. You picked her up from a club. You don’t know where she’s been, who she’s been with, or what kind of things she’s carrying. Those places are dirty. The girls who work there are dirty. And you brought one straight into our home? Into Skye’s home?"I step closer to her, just close enough that she has to look up at me."Mom, I know what happened to you, alright? I know what those men did. I know you spent days tied up in a warehouse, scared out of your mind. And I know that’s why you hate anyone who reminds you of that world. But Sienna isn’t one of Dominic’s people. She was just a girl trying to survive."Mom scoffs, throwing me a mocking gaze. "She took her clothes off for money, Cairo. She let men stare at her and touch her for cash. That’s not







