Toxic Love: A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance by Jagger Cole

Author:Jagger Cole [Cole, Jagger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-11T00:00:00+00:00

20

TEMPEST

A week and a half later, my first “outing” as Dante’s wife is not, in fact, the disaster I thought it would be.

It’s twice the disaster I thought it would be.

In my defense, my mental fog was especially bad that evening. Also, cigar lounges are gross, and Dante’s three “potential investors” were piggish older douches who were all but straight up asking Dante if investing in Venom directly equaled free sexual favors from “the girls”. And that was right in front of their wives, which I’d feel badly about if they weren’t just as gross as their husbands.

“I’m not doing that again.”

I make a face as I sniff, still smelling the overwhelmingly stinky scent of cigar smoke on my skin.

“Yeah, but, the thing is,” Dante mutters, walking past me and flicking on one of the lights in the penthouse living room, “you are.”

“No fucking way. That was terrible.”

He turns to level a look at me. “Well, it might have helped to be present at the table.”

There’s a chance I snuck off to the bathroom a few times during dinner. Okay, ten times. Not because of any medical issue, I just couldn’t stand to sit there pretending I couldn’t hear the men’s awful conversation while simultaneously pretending I gave a shit about the Kardashians and The Real Housewives of Duluth or whatever the hell the wives were talking about.

“I was there,” I mutter back at him as he shrugs off his jacket. “I never said I’d be the life of the party. And those women were awful. One of them sent her entree back three fucking times. I mean tell me that’s not just a shitty power play.”

Dante frowns. “Who cares if it is?”

“I do! And another of them asked me if I had cocaine on me as casually as if she was asking me the fucking time!” I scowl. “I mean, are you kidding me?”

Dante folds his arms over his chest, leaning against the banister at the bottom of the curved steps that lead up to the second floor.

“Did you?”

I stare at him. “Excuse me?”

“Did you have coke on you?”

“What? Why the hell would you think I have cocaine?”

“Gee, I dunno, Tempest,” he growls, his brow furrowing and his jaw clenching in a way that is way too hot. “Maybe it’s the fact that you literally had zero bites of dinner, went to the bathroom a thousand times, and were talking a mile a minute when you did deign to join the conversation.”

I glare at him. “I wasn’t hungry. The cigar smoke killed my appetite. And I was nervous. I babble when I’m nervous.”

“Do you need to see a doctor about your bathroom usage?”

I roll my eyes. “I was escaping. Chill.”

He shoots me a look before he starts to take off his shirt.

“Ummm, what are you doing?” I blurt, my face flushing a little as he shrugs off the white linen, giving me an eyeful of his firm chest, chiseled abs, and those goddamn v-lines delving into the waist of his pants.

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