Page 42 of Vow of Sin
“You’re damn right it is.”
She leans into me. “So I take it no Nico in your bed last night?”
“Nope, and it’s a place he’ll never see again.”
Sofia’s eyes widen. “I take it we’re back to purgatory?”
“That’s exactly where we are.” I take a step toward the kitchen. “Let’s get breakfast. I have work to get done today.”
“Let’s do it,” Sofia falls into step next to me.
The dining room is quiet when we walk inside. Antonio is sitting on one side of the table, with Nico directly across from him. Antonio is either ignoring or oblivious to the glares from Nico. I walk over and pull out the chair immediately next to Antonio.
His nostrils flare, his fingers tightening around the knife in his hand.
A smile lights Antonio’s features when he turns to me. “I have a few new pieces I need you to look at when you get a moment. The designs for your ring are ready as well.”
“Designs for a ring?” Nico asks. I ignore his question since it’s none of his business.
“I’d love to see them. I have a few things to do this morning. How about I come down to the store this afternoon.”
“Wonderful.” Antonio lays his hand on mine. “Both designs are gorgeous and will look absolutely stunning on you.”
“Scarlett.” Nico slams his hand onto the table making Sofia jump.
“What?” I snap.
“We have meetings today.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “There’s nothing on my calendar.” Nico’s attempt to keep me away from Antonio is childish at best. “If we have business we need to discuss, it will have to be done this morning.”
It’s not often that Nico loses his cool. Today is not one of those days. He pushes his chair back so hard that it falls to the floor. Without a word, he strides from the room, his footfalls heavy like his stomping.
“Is he okay?” Antonio asks
“Probably not,” Sofia mutters under his breath.
“Does it matter?” I shrug. “He doesn’t like when he doesn’t get his way.” I pick my fork up, ignoring the side eye I can feel on me from Sofia. “I’m starving.”
I push Nico’s behavior from my head and force down a breakfast I have no desire to it. Camila’s cooking can’t compete with the turmoil inside my head.
After breakfast, I go straight to the office. Half way through the first report I have to complete, the door to the office flies open, then slams back into its frame. I don’t bother looking up. No need to, only Nico would behave that way. At least the Nico that’s been here for the last couple of weeks.
“I thought you were a man who prides himself on keeping calm?”
He stalks forward. “It seems that around you my dear, it’s almost fucking impossible to be calm.”
I ignore his scent as comes closer to me. The mixture of cologne and something uniquely Nico. It makes me think about the scent of my sheets after the night he fucked me into the mattress.
A place I would never be with Nico again. “Is there something you want?”
“Are we back to tempting Antonio into your bed so you can finally see that he can’t satisfy you the way I can.”
I don’t bother looking up at him. “As I said before, is there something you need? I have work to do.”
“Scarlett, I will not let you blow me off.”
“Since it’s not your say what I do or don’t do, I guess you’re in a bind. Now, if you don’t have any business to discuss, I’m getting back to work.”