Falling For The Mob

49 PUMPKIN

~AN multiple updates, at the same time, make sure you are reading the right chapter

Zoë

Having gotten only mildly drunk, we stumbled into the hotel room at midnight. Not that I'm completely surprised, but I have more fun than I ever thought I would with her on a night out.

As Sam heads towards the bathroom, I walk over to my suitcase and begin looking for something to sleep in. I take my shirt off and loosen the button of the jeans I am wearing, when I feel her wrap her arms around me from behind.

Her breath breaks against the back of my neck, sending a wave of goosebumps to erupt over my skin.

"This needs to come off, Dr. DeLuca," she whispers. Her lips trail over my neck and shoulder as her right hand begins pulling my zipper down.

Just as her hand is about to slip into my underwear, we are interrupted by the faint vibrations of her cellphone.

"Bloody hell," she mumbles against my neck before pulling away completely. I bite back the annoyed little grunt I feel as her body heat leaves me. Not many people have access to her direct line, so I understand why she needs to at least check who is calling.

She picks up, placing the phone on speaker, immediately letting Uncle Jack's voice travel through the room.

"Good evening, Samantha. I hope that I am calling at an appropriate time."

She rolls her eyes in an exaggerated way, making it hard not to laugh at the situation. If only he knew how bad his timing was. "That is perfectly alright, father. We have just returned to the room and are about to prepare for sleep."

"Oh, that is lovely. Is Zoë there? Let me speak to her."

She throws her hands up in defeat and falls on the mattress with her back. "I'm here, Uncle Jack. You're on speaker."

"Zoë dear, how are you doing? How is your first trip to Paris going? Is Sam keeping you properly entertained?"

"She always does. Today was nothing but perfect." Her eyes soften when meeting my gaze, but our moment is soon interrupted by his deep chuckle.

"I hope so. I raised her to be a proper gentlewoman, so I'm happy to hear."

Again, Sam rolls her eyes. "Not to interrupt this moment, but is there a specific reason you called, father?"

"Yes, in fact, I called about your meeting yesterday. Unfortunately, my prior engagements have only now given me the time to come up for air. I have read the report. Is there anything that you would like to add?"

Sam's eyes darken with a smirk. "Word will soon spread that the Claymore name is not to be toyed with. Besides my personal opinions on the matter, the report is complete."

Jack seems more entertained. It doesn't surprise me that she got her ruthless side from him. Though he is always smiling, Sam acts like Jack looks—very rough around the edges and a one-track mind.

"I am pleased that you handled things accordingly. If the message was not properly understood, let them come after us again. Next time, we will take more than ninety percent of their business. But enough about work, I will let you two get back to your evening. Have a good night, Pumpkin."

With that, he quickly disconnects the phone, but not before I hear his last word clearly. The room is silent for a moment as her wide eyes stare at her phone. I don't think I can let this opportunity pass to mock her.

"Sooooo... Pumpkin, do you want to get ready for bed?"

Her eyes shoot up towards me, showing nothing but danger. "What did you say?" I know she wouldn't like me calling her that, but I didn't think she'd react this way.