But now...now, I knew that she was nothing more than a sensual goddess perfect for everything that I needed and wanted.
The scent of her was still in my nose. Closing my eyes once more, I recalled her sweet taste and the scent of her desire for me. My dick was growing hard at just the thought of tasting her again and recalling her voluptuous figure in her gown.
And the way she’d moaned when she’d lost the power in our situation, I almost lost control and bent her ass over the little dressing table and fucked the shit out of her. But I’d maintained my restraint.
Unfortunately, that self-discipline was nowhere in play now as I rested my head against the marble shower wall and slowly stroked my dick. My hand glided over the smooth head as I rubbed the tip and then pulled my hand down the shaft, gripping tight at the base.
Slow gliding movements turned to fast jerking motions as I imagined my dick inside of her tight pussy. Hips pushing back and forth, I could almost feel how hot, wet, and tight she would be around my dick. When I finally had her the way I wanted her, there would be no condom between us.
Lately, I’d started believing that since we’d met, she’d been saving herself for me. And I knew when I had her the way that I wanted her; there would be no barriers between us. Nothing would prevent me from taking her the way that I wanted her.
My breathing increased as I recalled all the times I’d eaten her out and how warm and tight her lips were around my dick when she sucked me off. Every muscle in my body clenched, and like a volcanic eruption nearing its breaking point, I shuddered and slowly and forcefully expelled my semen down over my hand and to the shower floor.
“I guess she’s the one that’s got you doing immature little teenage shit like jacking yourself off, Dante, when you could have prime selection waiting for you? Is that what you’re into now? Stealing fat bitches underwear and jerking off to the thought of it?” Nadine asked, her lips twisted crudely into a caricature of a smile.
“What’re you doing with those?” I growled, surprised that I hadn’t heard her enter the bathroom, and wondering how long she’d stood there watching me.
“Does it matter? The fact that you’re hiding something like this in your pocket? What kind of freak are you? Did you grab them when you disappeared? Or did she have them waiting for you?”
“Give them to me,” I snarled, reaching for them.
She twirled Indigo’s G-string around her finger and then hid them behind her back, disgust painting her face like a clown getting ready for showtime.
Laughing cruelly, she said, “I’m not giving you anything. Do you want to play these games, Dante? There’s nothing that I won’t do for you. Is she the reason you haven’t had sex with me in a while? And if she’s supposed to be all of that, then tell me why the fuck am I the one that’s here sharing your bed tonight instead of her?”
“I didn’t invite you to stay. If I recall correctly, I asked you to leave, Nadine.”
“Fuck you, Dante.”
“You want to, but I’m not interested.”
“She has nothing for you, Dante! Nothing! She’s nothing but a fucking news reporter. She doesn’t know what to do with a man like you, and she’ll never be able to open the doors for you that I can. Having her on your arm will make you a fucking laughing stock! You need me!”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Nadine,” I said, slowly stepping out of my shower. “I don’t need you. It’s never been serious between us. You’ve always known I had other women, and you’ve had other men. What’s the problem now?”
“I always came first!”
“Look, things between us were just convenient.”
I’d get back to the shower later after I got her out of my hair.
“Convenient? I’m not convenient, Dante! You’re fucking pathetic! Look at you in here, jacking off to the thought of fucking some bitch who can do nothing for you! She’s a charity case at best and wouldn’t know which fork to use first at dinner. A hopeless ghetto—”
“Get out,” I said in a low controlled tone.
“Excuse me?” she asked, shock registering on her face.
“I said, ‘Get out,’” I repeated.
“You’re going to regret this! I’ll make her regret the moment she ever laid eyes on you. Stupid bitch!” she screamed, storming out of my bathroom.
I grabbed a towel and dried off. Heading into the bedroom, I stopped when I saw her taking pictures of the G-string with her phone.
“What the fuck!” I asked, walking up to her.
Backing up, she said, “Do you want to play with me? I’m about to ruin little Miss Indigo Scott’s reputation here in Sunset Harbor and North Carolina. I doubt her reputation goes much further than that. It’s not like anyone knows or cares about her pathetic ass,” she said.
“Give me that,” I asked, reachingsaid, wiggling my fingers out as I reached for her phone.
“No!”
“What’re you doing, Nadine?”
“I’m uploading these along with the pictures I took of her tonight. When I’m done, she’ll hardly be able to hold her head up on Main Street, let alone on the morning news. Why the fuck you’d want another man’s leftovers, I don’t even know. That fiasco of a wedding where she thought she was doing something by telling him that she didn’t want to marry him. She was the one that looked like a fool. He didn’t want her, anyway. It was evident by the fact he was fucking her friend. What part of that are you missing, Dante!” she screamed as her face turned red.
“Give it to me,” I said, ignoring everything except the fact that I wasn’t sure what was on her phone.
“No! Fuck you!”
Lunging for Nadine, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me. I snatched the phone from her hand and pushed her away from me.
“You bastard, give me the phone,” she shouted, drawing her nails down my face.
I felt the stinging sensation and knew she’d drawn blood. Anger filled my pores. I did not like violence and worked hard to keep it out of my life. I wouldn’t tolerate this from her.
“I never want to see you again. Get the fuck out,” I snarled, throwing her phone at the wall and receiving no satisfaction in hearing it shatter or seeing the look of disbelief etched on her face.
Tears sparked into her eyes as her mouth turned into a startled smile, and then she lunged for me. Nadine attacked with teeth, nails, and swinging arms and legs. She’d called me every name that she could think of and wasn’t easing up on her attack.
Grabbing her around her waist, I slammed her onto my bed and held her arms over her head. She continued to kick and shake her head from side to side.
“Smettila!” I ordered, but she didn’t stop.
“Calmati!” I shouted, but she didn’t calm down.
Nadine spoke Italian, but it was doing nothing for her now. Turning her head sideways, she turned back to me and spat in my face. It rolled down my cheek and to the corner of my lip.
My face scrunched up, and all I saw was red. The blood rushing through my body, pounding in my ears was a rushing in my eardrums drowning out all sound and reason. Clenching my hands tighter around her wrists and locking my knees on either side of her waist, I breathed deeply several times.
Opening my eyes, I looked at her. “Piccola puttana!”
“I’m a bitch? I’m a bitch! Tell la tua piccola puttana to vaffanculo!”
Nadine tried to spit again, but this time I released one arm, and grabbed her jaw, and locked it closed. After several long, measured seconds, I released her and headed to the intercom on the opposite side of my bedroom.
“Luca! Alzati qui!...Sì! Rocca, pure!”
Turning back to Nadine, I glared at her.
“If you do one single thing against Miss Scott, I will personally destroy you. Non fottere con me!” I said in a low voice through clenched teeth.
“I wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire, let alone fuck with you again, Dante Bianchi. You will regret this!” she shouted.
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“Portala fuori di qui!” I commanded.
She threatened me more as Luca and Rocca grabbed her by the arms to pull her from my suite.
They would make sure that she was escorted off the property and returned home. After that, I didn’t care what happened to her.
I walked slowly behind them, rage pouring through me as they carried her out of my bedroom suite, which took up the entire third floor of my 15,000 square foot home. Looking over the railing, I watched as they carried her down one flight at a time.
Nadine continued to kick and scream, issuing idle threats.
I wasn’t worried about anything that she would or could do to me. Nadine was wealthy, but her money couldn’t touch mine. She didn’t have the level of power or connections that I had.
What pissed me off and got underneath my skin was her threat against Indigo. An innocent victim in all of this who had no idea what was going on.
I would remove every breath from her body and cause her to cease to exist on the Earth if she put one finger on my Queen. If Nadine caused her to shed one single tear, I would have no problem terminating her existence.
CHAPTER 15 – INDIGO
Lana had the audacity to approach me, asking for my forgiveness.
I was not in the mood for this shit! All weekend long, I’d been sexually frustrated, and Midnight, or now Dante Bianchi, as I knew him, hadn’t returned a single call or text.
Unfortunately, I’d had to settle for one of my friends in my nightstand to get me off. I’d gone through three of them, trying to replicate the feeling that he stirred in me when I was with him. Forget that; replicate the feeling he’d created in me Saturday night at the benefit.
For the remainder of the benefit dinner, I’d had to watch him flirt with other women and become disgusted at the blonde, sallow chick that remained at his side. She was a poor excuse for a Nicole Kidman wanna be.
And aside from his behavior, the only comforting thought was that he appeared to be sick of her. I watched as time after time he disappeared from her side, only for her to track him down once more and cling to him again.
As discreet as I tried to be, I’d inquired into who she was with Maeve. She’d said nothing more than his pick of the week. A sex partner who always tried to attach herself to him at these things, hoping to get a ring, his name on her license, and her name on his bank account.
Maeve had waved the entire thing off and said that she was nothing more than a good fuck for Dante. When I asked how’d she know that, she shrugged it off and said, “because he told me, of course.”
Of course.
After all, I’d known they were good friends; she was the one that introduced us. Yet, she’d never, ever been compelled to reveal his true identity. I wondered what all he’d shared with Maeve about us.
I couldn’t help but feel bad about the woman, though. Obviously, she was attached to him; whether true love or love for his financial status, I didn’t know. I only knew that I didn’t want to be a part of that drama and the reason they broke up.
However, before I could decide to terminate any arrangement between him and me, I needed to speak with him. I had to get an understanding and the truth about Nadine’s place in his life.
Being the one who’d been cheated on, I knew how deeply those wounds could hurt. I understood how easy it was to lose yourself in someone so deeply that you no longer had a self-identity. I also knew how difficult it was to recover when you learned the feeling wasn’t mutual.
That, too, could be destructive as you pursued behaviors and activities that were beyond your normal lifestyle. That’s how I ended up with Dante in the first place.
Whether it was Nadine, who was hurt or myself, I didn’t want to cause any harm to anyone. All I needed was the truth. And if they were involved, then I had my answers, and I knew that I would need to move on.
I didn’t know the woman and wished no harm to her. No matter how deeply I felt about Dante. Blinking back tears, it astounded me how quickly I’d fallen for a man that I didn’t know.
There was nothing I’d known about Midnight’s life before tonight, what he did for a living, what his hobbies were if he had family, close friends, and how close or far he lived from the club.
Yet, for me to know so little, I knew so much about him. In some ways, we were more intimate than most relationships.
I knew his tolerance level for pain, how he struggled with discipline, but the challenge itself was a turn-on for him. I understood his need to relinquish control at times since he was always in control and that he was a man who yielded power and not for the sake of holding it, but because he was a natural-born leader.
Dante was ticklish in the groove of his neck, he bore a scar underneath his left shoulder blade shaped like a moon, and his stormy eyes brewed with turbulence whenever he was passionate about something. He didn’t have a poker face, and he was an attentive lover who loved indulging in foreplay. Dante was considerate because my needs were as important to him as his were, if not more so.
Now here this chick was in my face two seconds off getting an ass-whooping.
All I’d wanted to do was come in the breakroom and warm up my lunch so that I could return to my desk. I was off-air for the day, but if breaking news occurred, I’d be called back to the news desk in a heartbeat. Yet, I wasn’t above giving out ass-kickings today and fucking up my fresh do or makeup.
“Lana, you need to get out of my face right now,” I said, moving around her.
“Indigo, let’s be adults about this. We’re two grown women, and we should talk it out as such,” Lana said.
“No, bitch. I’m a grown-ass woman trying to ignore the whore who keeps hounding me.”
“Really, Indigo? Do we have to resort to this? We’re adults; we’re professionals. This attitude is beneath both of us.”
“Bitch, the only thing that’s beneath me is you. Which isn’t surprising seeing as how you find yourself beneath anything with a dick.”
I pushed past her and set my food at my desk before stalking off to the restroom. I needed a few moments to calm myself after having to deal with her.
Within seconds, she brought her ass into the restroom with me.
“Indigo, please just listen to me.”
“You’re really gonna try me today, aren’t you?” I said, slowly turning around. “What the hell is it that you want from me, Lana?”
“I want your forgiveness, Indigo. I want us to be able to work together as professionals and put the past behind us,” she said, bucking her large eyes at me.
“You should have thought about that before you took advantage of my friendship. I invite you into my home, open my heart to you, and consider you a friend. You sneak behind my back and fuck my man, the one that I’m engaged to. And if that isn’t bad enough, you do it again the night before our wedding, all while smiling at me, standing your stankin’ sorry ass in the wedding line representing the love that he and I supposedly shared and never said anything to me! If I’d married him, what then, Lana? Would the charade have continued? If you caught feelings for him, you couldn’t be woman enough to address the issue without sneaking behind my back?”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “And what if I had? If I had approached you and addressed my feelings for him, what would you have done?”
“I don’t know, bitch, because you never gave me a chance. I’d probably have cursed your ass out and sent you on your way. You’re the worst kind of bitch there is...a grimy hoe!” I said, shaking my head and walking away from her.
Lord, get me out of this bathroom in one piece before I lose my job today. She really wants me to put my hands on her, I thought.
“Wait!”
My hand gripped the door handle tightly as I waited to hear what she had to say next.
“I...I thought you should be the first to know. Because I’m sure it will get out soon, and I just didn’t want you to be caught off-guard.”
Not giving her the satisfaction of turning around and
acknowledging her, I remained still, waiting for what she was about to say.
“I’m pregnant. And it’s Keith’s baby.”
A cold chill ran through my body as dread filled my belly. I’d have to be around this bitch for the next several months while she nurtured the child of my ex-fiancé’s in her stomach. Sucking in my feelings while everyone around here congratulated and celebrated her and cast pitying glances my way.
Finally, turning around, I stared at her. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Swiping at the fake tears that she had somehow produced, she said, “No, I’m not. And I thought you needed to hear it from me. Keith’s happy.”
“Do I look as if I give a fuck about how Keith feels? You should’ve choked on his sperm when you were swallowing, bitch.”
I jerked the door open and stormed out of the bathroom, and stomped down the hall back to my desk. Grabbing my things, I tossed my meal into the garbage and left early for the day.
Briefly, I stopped by my supervisor’s office, informing her that I didn’t feel good and needed to take a couple of days off.
“Indigo, I’m sure you probably know by now. And I can tell by the look on your face that Lana told you,” Amy said.
I nodded my head, battling the tears.
“This is an unfortunate situation and not suitable for a professional setting. I told Lana that she needed to tell you, the sooner, the better and before everyone else found out. I also told her that she couldn’t expect you to take the news well. But I will also say to you the same thing that I told Lana that I don’t expect this situation to spill over into my newsroom. I don’t want it to impact what we do here, how we deliver content to our viewers, or any of the other staff. However, you and she work through this make sure it remains professional and outside of these walls. Is that understood?”
“Yeah, whatever, Amy.”
“Indigo, I’m serious. I know that you’re hurting, and I cannot imagine the pain you’re holding right now. But I don’t want my newsroom or the station to turn into a battleground. I won’t tolerate it.”
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