Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Yes, of course,” she says, then guides me out of the dining room and into the hallway toward a door near the front of the house.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I lock myself inside and sit down on the toilet to take a much-needed breather.
Am I really going to do this?
Yes, yes, the fuck you are. Stella, you’re going to poison the fucking Mafia don just like you always intended to do.
Even though the idea was meant for Lucio when I first searched online how to poison someone with common household food. But exchanging one don for another doesn’t really matter, right? They both intended to keep me locked up in a house I don’t want to be in. As a wife, a pet, a plaything, and I am none of those. They underestimated me, but I will use their blind desire against them. They think I’m innocent, but I’m far from it, and I’ve been scheming for far too long to let this idea go to waste. I’m not going to let anyone kidnap me and keep me a prisoner.
I blow out a breath and wash my face in the sink, trying to gather my nerves. I have to appear cool … collected. Matteo can’t notice anything off about me, or he might not eat the cake, and then my plan is ruined. I have to be the same girl he remembers from yesterday.
Suddenly, the memory of him sitting on his bed flashes through my mind, and I swallow from the sheer size of that thing still seared into my brain.
God, I really gotta stop thinking about his dick and focus on killing him instead.
I flush the toilet and wash my hands, then unlock the door, where Leticia is already waiting for me. “Ma’am … Matteo is waiting for you at the dining table. Breakfast is ready.”
Showtime.
STELLA
The moment I walk into the dining room and spot him sitting at the edge of the table, I freeze. His eyes bore into my head, and there’s nowhere else I can look because of his penetrating gaze. When he looks at me like that, I feel completely naked. It’s exactly the same way he stared at me when he sat on his bed while he was playing with himself … when he didn’t know I saw everything I wasn’t supposed to see.
“Go on … take a seat,” he says.
My pussy throbs again from the mere memory, but I ignore it, rubbing my legs together as I step forward and sit as far away from him as possible.
Come on, Stella, you can do this. You’re an adult, act like it.
I clear my throat and scoot my chair forward, then glance over the incredible banquet that Leticia and the other maids put together, knowing no one will ever get a chance to taste any of it, because he’s going to eat my cake first and then die. Well, maybe I’ll have a delicious Danish before he keels over.
I grab one of them from the bowl on the table, snatch some butter too and slather it all over.
“You seem hungry,” Matteo says. “Good morning to you too.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I stuff my face with a Danish while looking at anything except him. I check out the cutlery, the rest of the food, the paintings on the wall, and the flooring. Even the ceiling is very nice, very dainty.
“Aren’t you going to say good morning?” he asks. “I know you hate me, but at least we can be amicable about it, right? After all, we’re still husband and wife.”
I snort and swallow my Danish. “I can’t even look at you.”
Suits him right.
But the arrogant smirk still slowly forms on his face. “Well, you were more than happy to look at me while I was jerking off last night.”
I nearly choke on my Danish, and I have to wash it down with some water while coughing. The motherfucker actually grins.
Goddammit. Now he made me think of it. Again.
I place down my glass and take another glance at him. He seems awfully proud of himself despite the fact that he just mentioned his jerk-off session like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
I look him directly in the eye. “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going to jerk off.”
I’m just glad he doesn’t know what I did in the tub afterward.
He smiles. “Is it so odd for a man like me to have needs?”
I grab an apple and chew on it. “No, I just figured you would do it with the door closed.”
“I apologize. I hadn’t thought of closing the door to my room in my own house because I normally never have to.”
I chew the apple obnoxiously. “Weird, it’s almost like you forgot I was here. You know, if you let me go, you can jerk off whenever you want to.”