“Go for the head, Love, I want to see his brains fly out of his disgusting head” And with that, I shot Ivan’s brains out, His face was now unrecognizable as I may have aimed for his face
instead.
“That may or may not have turned me on,” Alessandro admitted, and I hit his shoulder playfully.
“When we get home, you can fuck me all you want, I flashed him a seductive smile running my hands along his chest, drops of blood still splattered on him and my hands from the recent activity.
“I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy red baby girl,” He muttered, causing my panties to way and my thighs pressed together.
As we were on our way home, Ian said he was going to stay in New York for a little longer with Isabella, which I thought was so sweet.
I can see he truly cares for this girl. I just hoped he wouldn’t fuck up because I’m starting to really like Isabella, and I need a best friend in my life.
“I need to speak to you about something,” Alessandro said.
His voice told me this wasn’t going to be the best topic to talk about. His hands were also gripping the wheel, leaving his knuckles white.
I did notice he was acting slightly different last night, but I just thought it was because we were in New York, and maybe this was a different experience for him.
“What is it?” I asked hesitantly waiting for a reply.
“I slept with another woman!
” What the fuck!
Alessandro you bastard.
I hate the fact I was the cause of her tears; I hate the fact that I made her face visible with sadness, but I had to tell her the truth.
I could see now she was lost for words trying to pick carefully what to say; tears started welling up in her eyes, and I fucking resented myself for it.
“Stop the fucking car,” She whispered, and I pulled into a parking space at the side of the road; tears fell from her eyes and onto her lap, and all I wanted to do was hug her and tell her it was a mistake, a big fucking mistake.
“When.” She asked bluntly wiping the tears away with her sleeve.
“The night my parents came for dinner when you left me-”
“I don’t want to hear anymore.” She cut me off, and the sadness died down a little.
“I’m so fucking sorry baby I was hurt and I needed to take my anger out, She meant nothing it was meaningless she didn’t even stay the night, it wasn’t you, it wasn’t right” I pleaded staring into her gorgeous brown eyes she continued to not look at me.
“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” She furrowed her eyebrows, and her voice broke a little.
“I didn’t know how to tell you And I didn’t want to fuck up what we have”
She let out a heavy sigh parting her lips a little “I’m not mad”
We were barely married back then and I grinded on your dad don’t forget” She murmured the last part “But if you fucked someone else now, Your dick would be in a blender”
“The thought wouldn’t even cross my mind,” I spoke, and I meant it.
I will never look at another woman, the way I look at Cassandra, Although most of the time I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk or even remember her own name I also wanted to hold her and play with her beautiful hair while
she rested in my arms.
Maybe I was going soft when it came to her, but anything else I still wanted everyone to shit their pants when they heard my name.
“Can we go home now?” She asked those beautiful eyes gleaming up at me.
“Getting impatient are you?” I smirked starting the car again and driving home, my hand on her lap the entire time.
Once we reached the gates to my company I noticed my father’s car parked in the driveway.
fuck!
“Wait here,” I demanded, opening my car door.
“Why?” She asked confused.
“My father is here”
“Well, in that case, I’m coming in with you.
“Cassandra” I warned.
“This is my house too. I can handle myself, Alessandro,” She said to me.
Opening her car door and getting out I followed her.
“I don’t need you or anyone else to fight my battles”
“Please just do as I say for once,” I gritted, almost yelling at her if I could.
I would bend her over my lap right now and teach her a fucking lesson for disrespecting me.
“Stop treating me like a fucking child and maybe one day I will! She wailed stomping towards the front door.
“For God’s sake, Cassandra,” I whispered, following her inside, grabbing her wrist to pull her back, and she yelped.
“Get the fuck off of me!” She screamed, but I respected her wish, and my grip loosened on her wrist; maybe it would leave a bruise, but when she doesn’t listen, I tend to lose my shit.
“Ahh, my son, and his whore, lovely to see you both,” My father boomed, coming down the stairs; Cassandra shifted her body away from me and stood closer to my father unintentionally.
“She’s not a fucking whore; what the fuck are you doing here? I told you never to come here again,’ I barked.
“I think you forgot what I’d threatened you with?” I said to him the night we had dinner together that if he ever came near this house or Cassandra again I would tell my mother all about his little affairs with new women every night.
“Your mother kicked me out, son.” He sighed.
“I need somewhere to stay and I thought I could spend some time with my son and his slut”
“Call me a slut again and I’ll shoot you in the fucking head!” she yelled at the top of her voice.