Page 113 of Forbidden Eyes
“Stop it. I’m being serious. My mother reminded me of something when she visited, and I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t want to be so obsessed over my work that I turn into my father.” It’s taken the trip to realise that I do tend to get lost in work, and it’s something I don’t want to emulate in him. I don’t want any similarities between Benjamin Vico and me.
“You are nothing like your father, Fia. Trust me.” He raises my hand and plants a kiss to our joined fingers. “You don’t hit as hard for a start.” My eyes narrow, annoyed with that fact for some unknown reason. “Now, we have four hours before we’re due to have a late dinner with Nate and Gabby, and there is fuck all else I’m doing except getting up inside you." So romantic. I giggle again, my feet back stepping. "I’ll even give you a head start. Get your ass in the bedroom and your clothes off before I take you on the floor.”
One thing I know is that he’s deadly serious, so I rush to the bedroom before he has a chance to take me where I stand because his appetite for me has only grown more voracious over the years. At no point has he given me chance to wonder about my inexperience, or question if I’m good enough, because he’s been especially attentive in ensuring I have every sexual experience with him. Romantic. Dirty. Harsh. Quite sordid sometimes actually. I smile and start stripping the clothes off before they get torn, desperate to keep at least some of my wardrobe intact.
“You better be naked!”
* * *
“You look beautiful. Stop fidgeting.”
The dress that Carter had delivered to the room is obscene, even for his taste. It’s so tight it’s practically sprayed on. No room for underwear at all. I feel totally on show. Decidedly sexy. And absolutely ready to go straight back to the room and carry on with what we were doing before he slapped my ass and called me slutty. I’ve become quite good at slutty when he wants that from me.
“I’m surprised you’d let me out of the room in something like this.”
He’s often shown his displeasure at some of my sexier outfits. Of course, he loves them when it’s just us, but he doesn’t like anyone’s eyes on me but his.
Possessive is an understatement.
“You’re right. It’s fucking indecent, which means I’m going to be hard all night and trying not to fuck you against a wall somewhere down here. Don’t expect to get any sleep tonight.”
I giggle and lean into his arm as we arrive at the entrance to the restaurant, trying to keep the blush from my cheeks before I see my uncle and aunt.
“Mr Wade. Ms Vico. Good evening. Mr and Mrs Cane are already at the table.”
We’re shown through a path of busy hustling guests until I see Gabby and Nate sitting in a corner table at the bottom of a sweeping staircase.
“Sofia Vico, look at you. I approve. Carter, what’s gotten into you?” Gabby beams at me as we approach, and I lean over to give her a hug.
“Don’t fucking start, Gabby. It’s not what I had in mind.”
“You look beautiful, Sofia. And it’s great to see you both here,” Uncle Nate says, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Cheer up, Carter. It’s a good night. Be happy.”
They shake hands and we take our seats. No sooner than we do, we’re presented with menus, water glasses are filled, and wine is poured.
“A toast,” Nate starts. “To expanding the Cane name.”
“The Cane name.” We all raise our glasses. Gabby looks positively giddy as we clink our goblets.
“Are you okay?” I ask, wondering if we’re celebrating some news other than the opening of the venture and hotel.
“Oh, just excited,” she says. “This place is amazing. Life’s nice now. More relaxed.”
“I saw the store in the lobby. Gabby, those diamonds, the pieces in the window, are they yours?” I’ve never seen Auntie Gabby without a diamond on her neck or her wrist.
“They might be. You like?” Her eyes light up, sparkling like her creations.
“Of course. I’ve always loved all of the pieces you’ve given me over the years. You’ve truly spoiled me.”
“Nope. I’ve done no such thing.”
I take a long sip of my wine and turn my attention to Carter. His head is down and he’s talking quietly with Nate, but not softly enough for me not to hear.
“Did you know Logan was here this weekend?” he asks Nate.
“No. He keeps his movements fairly quiet. Although, I do know this isn’t the first visit he’s made this month. I wouldn’t worry too much. Quinn’s on top of him.”
"Hmm."