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I woke up hanging halfway off a couch with the taste of mango juice, regret, and what I imagined ass would taste like, all mixed together in one awful concoction. I really hoped the last flavor was just an exaggeration.
I cracked my eyes open a sliver and tried to lift myself up off the couch. The couch? What the fück? What was I doing on the couch? In Fico's office?
A headache pounded behind my eyes and my head suddenly felt a trillion pounds of death and agony. Pieces of conversations and actions that Drunk Sam had participated in the night before made me sick to my stomach, like the aftermath of a really bad knock off Mexican burrito at Taco Bell. Minus the uncontrollably shitting, thank god...
This was certainly worst hangover I'd ever had.
Groaning, I let my head go limp against a soft pillow and tried to remember how I'd gotten on the couch. How I'd gotten into Fico's suit jacket... My left hand had been clenching something. I pushed up the long sleeves of the suit jacket and let my fingers unravel, discovering one of his silver cobra cuff links in my palm.
I frowned at the cuff link and recalled Fico's promise to bend me over his desk and fück me. I also recalled myself hugging Fico's earth globe at the corner of his office and sobbing. When had this happened? Had he dismissed Robert for the night? He must have, because I could hear Fico's deep voice at my ear, gently asking me to let go of the stupid globe so he could carry me to my room. I turned around and slapped him hard. His nostrils flared, but he didn't snap at me. Instead, he walked over to the couch and arranged the pillows and a blanket so that it looked like tired drunk girl's paradise.
Fico sat down at the end of the couch and didn't say anything. I discreetly watched him over my arm and held onto my earth globe. I yawned. Wiped my already makeup-smudged eyes. Eventually, I wandered over to the couch and lay down. I could still feel his fingers neatly undoing the straps of heels.
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RomanceBORGATA - BOOK 2 ***NOTE: This is Book 2 of the Vendetta series. I recommend that you read Omertà before this book so that you have a gist of what's going on. However, this is a prequel, meaning this story happened before Omertà, and CAN be read o...