Alle Kapitel von Devil In Disguise: Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

Curtis“Don’t forget the chocolates. That’s the best part of a picnic.” I heard Mother say on my way downstairs. In the living room, Angelica was packing a picnic basket of some sort. She stopped when she saw me and wiped her hands on her dress.“Where are you two going?” I asked, taking a peek into the basket. I wanted nothing more than to steal one of the cookies packed in a transparent cookie box but Angelica and I weren’t exactly in talking terms right now.“On a picnic.” Mother answered. “Do you want to come along? It will be fun, I promise. We baked your favorite cupcakes.”While that was tempting, I had a better idea about where to go if they wanted to go out. “I’ll drive.” I offered.“You don’t need to.” Angelica was quick to say. “We are only going to the garden.”“I have a better idea.”I picked up my keys. The two exchanged glances before Angelica picked up the basket and left the picnic blankets on the couch. We wouldn’t need them.Mother was first to take the backseat and

Curtis We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We hungrily explored each other’sbodiesy. My cock was throbbing. I couldn’t wait to bury myself into her wet, sweetness but first, I wanted to taste her. I threw her onto the bed and she bounced against the mattress with a slight giggle as I climbed on after her. Her jeans were taking ages to get off. “You are not allowed to wear such inconvenient clothes anymore.” She playfully scoffed. “Sure, bossman. I’m only allowed to wear little dresses that give you easy access. Am I allowed to wear panties?” “I would prefer if you don’t.” I lifted her hips to get off her jeans and my cock twitched at the sight of how soaked her white cotton panties were. “On second thought, I don’t want anyone getting to smell the sweet scent of your arousal.” I parted her legs and buried my head between them, grazing her through her panties. She arched her back. “Curtis, please.”“Please what, baby?” I yanked her jeans out the rest of the way and nudged

AngelicaFor hours after Curtis left, I scoured my copies of the Arciero book of records—at least the ones I could understand with the help of translation dictionaries. It was strange. They had to be a hundred tasks but none of them had anything to do with Curtis or Giancarlo.He had mentioned having nothing to do with his family business before but I had taken it as him finding excuses to extract himself from them. Now, I couldn’t be so sure. I couldn’t help wondering what else I could have assumed he was lying about just because the truth didn’t sound very believable.Before I could sink into a rabbit hole of overanalyzing every word he had ever said, I reminded myself I didn’t have access to every record yet. Maybe everything he did for the family businesses was recorded in the other languages. Now that I was certain who called the shots, I only needed to ask him who wrote the records—if only he could speak.It was great that he was suffering but I wished he was able to give me all

Curtis“How soon do you think he’s going to stay alive?” Giancarlo asked out of the blue, pulling me out of my thoughts yet again.He was talking about our father.“I don’t know.” I had not been to the hospital again but the last time I was there, his condition seemed stable. He seemed like he would be able to recover from his injuries.“I wish he just died.” He grumbled, but then his expression fell as he fell into deep thought. Whatever he had just thought about was probably exactly how I felt about this whole situation.Unlike in loving families where everyone would be sad right now, I felt nothing. I hated my father for everything he did to us growing up and everything he made me do, his impending death did not make me feel anything. I wasn’t sad about losing him but I wasn’t excited either. It felt like closing a book I was done reading. Except, I would not revisit this particular book.“Are you going to visit him?” I asked.He considered my words for a while before his lips twit

Not even ten minutes after we got home, Curtis came blazing into the house, having rushed over as soon as he heard the news.“Angelica? Mother?” He let out a sigh of relief when he saw us sitting in the living room. “Are you both okay?”I nodded and so did Crystal, though she didn’t look okay. She was pretty shaken up by the incident.Maverick walked in after Curtis, hurrying as fast as he could—which was much slower than Curtis thanks to his age.“Hey, Ricky.” I waved when he was close enough.“She’s fine if she can still make fun of me and call me that god-awful nickname.” He grumbled.I smiled. I was starting to understand Maverick. Although he still suspected I was a fraud and my marriage to Curtis was fake—which, to be fair, he was right about—he didn’t exactly hate me. His ability to joke at my expense proved that.Curtis took my hand and checked me all over to make sure I was okay. Satisfied with my condition, he checked Crystal over and pulled her into his arms. “Do you want t