any way, shape or—”
Her sibling slapped her hands across the roof of the car and leaned in before bellowing, “I have the taste of Luciano Antonelli’s skin sitting in the back of my mouth! I don’t give a shit if you have to look up the proper way to send someone’s soul to God online! You have to get this demon of lust out of me!”
Well, the day had just gotten a lot more complicated.
Chapter Three
“Sammie, you had a one-night stand with Luc. You didn’t spend a week in a Mexican prison—calm yourself.”
“You don’t understand,” Nyssa’s sister whispered with a faraway stare in her gaze as she sat on the sofa, rocking back and forth. She’d taken a shower and was wrapped up in a borrowed robe, her face scrubbed clean and her feet tucked under her, looking far younger than her thirty years.
Her sibling had always been the one who was just a bit more fragile between the two of them, which had made Nyssa extremely overprotective growing up. Samara wasn’t some spoiled princess; she had a genuinely good heart and a gift for charming complete strangers. At one point in time that had made her vulnerable, but over the years, she’d learned how to spin it into a fulfilling radio and television career as a media personality who was incredibly intelligent and oblivious to her beauty. The way her wide hazel eyes blinked up at Nyssa gave her a brief glimpse of what Luciano had to have seen all these years.
“What don’t I understand?” she questioned, taking a seat on an armchair and stretching out until she faced the ceiling. If she handled Samara’s crisis, then it kept her mind off her own.
“It was good ,”Samara said in a quiet voice. “ Good.”
Nyssa smirked and turned her head. “How good?”
“Remember those videos Ma used to show us of ourselves as toddlers on our birthdays?”
Being that Carla Blackwell had recorded every other breath they’d taken since the day they came screaming into the world, Nyssa knew exactlywhat her sister was referring to. “Yes.”
“That one of you at two where they’d just cut the cake and handed you a slice—remember your expression after the first taste? How your eyes closed?”
“Unh-hunh.”
“Remember how you then shoved your entire face into that same slice until you were satisfied?”
“Yup.”
“I just spent more or less eight hours doing that very thing with Luciano’s crotch.”
“Oh that is…disturbing.”
Samara threw up her hands. “It is!”
Nyssa pointed to herself. “I’m disturbed because I have no desire to imagine you playing hide the kielbasa with Luc. You’re disturbed for reasons you still haven’t explained as of yet.”
Why exactly was her sibling acting as though she was shocked by the fact she’d finally had sex with a man who’d been stalking her every move for the last six years? Luciano had made it abundantly obvious what he wanted with Samara from the first moment they’d met inside the offices of Blackwell & Sultana.
“The man stares at you like you’re the answer to all his hard-ons,” she said. “The savior of trouser tents, the charmer of boxer snakes, the redeemer of dick, the messiah of—”
“You can stop talking now,” Samara interrupted.
“Yes, I could. But what would be the fun in that?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” The other woman replied softly. “ Not losing your eyes in a tragic mauling by my hands?”
“I thought good fucking was supposed to make you a happier person.” Nyssa cocked her head. “Why you no happy?”
Samara’s lips curved. “Stop trying to make me laugh! This is serious!”
“No, this is you overthinking the fact that you spent last night learning the fine art of sword swallowing.” She waved her hands about. “You’re walking as though you have on
Her sibling slapped her hands across the roof of the car and leaned in before bellowing, “I have the taste of Luciano Antonelli’s skin sitting in the back of my mouth! I don’t give a shit if you have to look up the proper way to send someone’s soul to God online! You have to get this demon of lust out of me!”
Well, the day had just gotten a lot more complicated.
Chapter Three
“Sammie, you had a one-night stand with Luc. You didn’t spend a week in a Mexican prison—calm yourself.”
“You don’t understand,” Nyssa’s sister whispered with a faraway stare in her gaze as she sat on the sofa, rocking back and forth. She’d taken a shower and was wrapped up in a borrowed robe, her face scrubbed clean and her feet tucked under her, looking far younger than her thirty years.
Her sibling had always been the one who was just a bit more fragile between the two of them, which had made Nyssa extremely overprotective growing up. Samara wasn’t some spoiled princess; she had a genuinely good heart and a gift for charming complete strangers. At one point in time that had made her vulnerable, but over the years, she’d learned how to spin it into a fulfilling radio and television career as a media personality who was incredibly intelligent and oblivious to her beauty. The way her wide hazel eyes blinked up at Nyssa gave her a brief glimpse of what Luciano had to have seen all these years.
“What don’t I understand?” she questioned, taking a seat on an armchair and stretching out until she faced the ceiling. If she handled Samara’s crisis, then it kept her mind off her own.
“It was good ,”Samara said in a quiet voice. “ Good.”
Nyssa smirked and turned her head. “How good?”
“Remember those videos Ma used to show us of ourselves as toddlers on our birthdays?”
Being that Carla Blackwell had recorded every other breath they’d taken since the day they came screaming into the world, Nyssa knew exactlywhat her sister was referring to. “Yes.”
“That one of you at two where they’d just cut the cake and handed you a slice—remember your expression after the first taste? How your eyes closed?”
“Unh-hunh.”
“Remember how you then shoved your entire face into that same slice until you were satisfied?”
“Yup.”
“I just spent more or less eight hours doing that very thing with Luciano’s crotch.”
“Oh that is…disturbing.”
Samara threw up her hands. “It is!”
Nyssa pointed to herself. “I’m disturbed because I have no desire to imagine you playing hide the kielbasa with Luc. You’re disturbed for reasons you still haven’t explained as of yet.”
Why exactly was her sibling acting as though she was shocked by the fact she’d finally had sex with a man who’d been stalking her every move for the last six years? Luciano had made it abundantly obvious what he wanted with Samara from the first moment they’d met inside the offices of Blackwell & Sultana.
“The man stares at you like you’re the answer to all his hard-ons,” she said. “The savior of trouser tents, the charmer of boxer snakes, the redeemer of dick, the messiah of—”
“You can stop talking now,” Samara interrupted.
“Yes, I could. But what would be the fun in that?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” The other woman replied softly. “ Not losing your eyes in a tragic mauling by my hands?”
“I thought good fucking was supposed to make you a happier person.” Nyssa cocked her head. “Why you no happy?”
Samara’s lips curved. “Stop trying to make me laugh! This is serious!”
“No, this is you overthinking the fact that you spent last night learning the fine art of sword swallowing.” She waved her hands about. “You’re walking as though you have on
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