Someone Knows

“L… Luca, you came?” I stuttered.

“And heard my fiancée calling another man handsome.”

I furrowed my brows. “It’s not like I’m fucking them, like some people do,” I said.

He closed the door and walked further into the room. He looked at the TV.

My eyes remained on him as my heart drummed in my ears.

Please, Lord, don’t let him see that it was Enzo.

I tried to act as normal as possible.

He chuckled. “Is that what you find handsome?”

My gaze snapped toward the TV. It was one of Enzo’s teammates being interviewed now.

I sighed in relief.

“Marcus Rodriguez, how do you feel about this win?” a reporter asked.

“Fucker’s smiling like he was useful on the field. It was all Enzo,” Luca muttered.

I rolled my eyes.

“It’s called a team win for a reason. You can’t say it was because of one particular person,” I replied.

“Enzo made more shots. Of course, it was because of him,” he replied arrogantly.

He’s so annoying.

“I heard this was their first win against the Chicago Bulls,” I said. “Does that mean all their losses were because of Enzo as well?”

He looked away from the TV and stared at me.

“Why didn’t you go to the game?” he asked, changing the conversation.

“I didn’t feel like it,” I replied.

“When I give an order, Sofia, you follow it!”

“I’ve been following all your orders!” I snapped. “I quit my job because you told me to! I cut off all my friends because you said so! What else do you want?! Don’t I get even an ounce of choice over my own life?!”

I exhaled deeply.

“The moment you signed those papers, you signed away your life. Go nag your daddy, not me,” he snapped back.

I blinked away the tears that were now threatening to fall. I wouldn’t let him see me cry.

“Noted. Why are you here?” I asked.

“To see my fiancée, of course,” he replied.

He approached me and took my face in his hands. He started placing sloppy kisses along my neck.

“S…stop, Luca,” I stuttered.

He did, and I was glad.

“First you refused to let me eat you out, now you refuse to let me touch you. What’s the problem? The Sofia I know doesn’t reject pleasure.”

He really doesn’t have an idea, does he?

“Because you’re repulsive. You’ve probably just eaten another woman out with that tongue.”

“It was never a problem, Sofia. Why now?”

“Because I want to make this actually work!” I said, pointing between us.

“Keep dreaming, and don’t come begging me to fuck you,” he said before stepping away from me.

Just then, the doors opened, and Enzo walked in.

“Luca? You’re here?” he asked, glancing at me briefly, then at Luca.

“Figured I should watch you beat those assholes, and you did,” Luca said with a wide smile. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you, Luca,” Enzo said simply, without a smile.

He’d been acting strange, or maybe he was just guilty about sleeping with his cousin’s fiancée.

“Did something happen between you and Sofia?” Luca asked suddenly.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Enzo’s eyes flicked toward me.

“No. Why?” he replied smoothly.

“She didn’t watch you play. Maybe you pissed her off,” Luca said.

“I told you, I didn’t feel like doing anything!” I snapped.

Enzo’s eyes widened. Luca stared at me.

Fuck. That must have come out too defensive.

“Enzo, I’m traveling on a business trip…”

I released a breath of relief. I was glad Luca didn’t ask any more questions.

“Where?” Enzo asked.

“Los Angeles.”

“How long?”

“A week.”

Enzo gave a brief nod. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning,” Luca replied.

“And you’re only saying it now?” I asked.

“You two shared a room,” Luca said, ignoring me completely.

“Yeah. I needed to keep an eye on her,” Enzo replied.

“Speaking of keeping her safe, I need you to stay at my place while I’m gone.”

“What? I don’t need a babysitter. You always leave me at home. What changed?” I asked.

“Maybe I don’t want you bringing other men home,” Luca replied with a glare.

“Alright,” Enzo said simply, without opposing it.

What the fuck? Didn’t he say we shouldn’t do it again? Why the fuck was he accepting this?

“I’ll get going,” Luca said.

He turned toward me.

“Behave while I’m gone,” he warned with all seriousness.

I swallowed. He was so terrifying when he wanted to be.

I nodded.

“Come see your husband off, will you?” he asked.

I nodded hastily and walked toward him, fighting the urge to look at Enzo.

Together, we walked out of the room toward the hotel reception and then outside to the hotel parking lot.

He’s acting weird.

He suddenly grabbed my head and pressed his lips against mine.

What the hell?

Flashes of light went off around us. He was doing this for the reporters.

I kissed him back instead of pushing him off me.

He stopped and stepped back.

“See you, baby,” he said.

I forced a smile.

He smiled and entered his limo. I watched the car drive off. The reporters climbed into their cars and followed behind him.

I hate him.

I returned to the hotel room, and Enzo was only wearing a towel.

Seriously?

After everything that had happened between us, seeing him like that was the last thing I needed. We had agreed it would never happen again, but apparently my body hadn’t gotten the memo.

I quickly looked away, annoyed with myself.

“You didn’t come watch me play,” Enzo said.

“I thought we weren’t talking,” I replied.

“Somebody out there knows.”

My eyes widened.

“W…what?” I stuttered.

“You heard me, Sofia.” He tossed his phone toward me.

I walked toward it with shaky legs and looked down at the screen.

I know what you did.

I chuckled, relief washing over me.

Enzo looked at me with a raised brow.

“Do you have any idea how serious this is?” he asked coldly.

“‘I know what you did’ doesn’t mean they know you slept with your cousin’s fiancée, does it?”

“You’re unbelievable!” He frowned. “You think I’m the only one who has something to lose here? Luca will kill your family if he finds out.”

“Calm down, soon-to-be brother-in-law. You’re a bad man. You’re literally Luca’s sniper. It might mean they know about one of your recent hits,” I reasoned.

He paused, the frown on his face deepening.

“That is even worse,” he muttered. “Enzo Verri, the NBA star, is a fucking sniper. I'm fucked.”