Share
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Related chapters
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
"You're not focused!" Thomas shouts at me. "You're angry, you're too in your head!" I'm breathing hard as I rest my hands on my knees. When I said I would learn self-defense moves, a full-body workout was not what I was expecting. Thomas is a drill sergeant, it feels like I'm learning MMA. "Maybe you should try again tomorrow." Phoebe says from where she's sitting on a bench eating cereal. "I think she's pissed off at Boss." If I had something to throw at her right now, I'd throw it straight at her head. I'll get her later. "Yes, training resumes tomorrow." Thomas lightly slaps me on the back. "We need to work on your stamina. I want you on the treadmill every night." "What the fuck." I fall down on the mat. "I didn't say I wanted a personal trainer." "Shit luck!" Thomas shouts down at me. " Now you have one, so next time you're attacked, you'll know exactly how to handle the situation." He's talking as if there definitely will be a next time. "Have you heard anything from Ales
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
It's been four days. Four days since I've visited Alessandro at his office, and I have still not heard from him. Not, a text, nothing. I've been finding it hard to get up in the mornings, if it wasn't for Thomas waking me up and demanding that I train with him, I would probably just stay in bed and wallow. I've noticed that I don't get any requests to tutor students either, and I don't even have the energy to enquire about it, I know who has something to do with it. But how could he? How could he just barge into my life, completely change it, and then leave me hanging? The worst part is, I don't even miss Sammy the way I miss him. What does that make me? I've known her longer than I know him, yet it's his presence that I miss. Or maybe I was just never meant to be a good friend. I know I'm a good sister, but maybe Sammy was right to move. Maybe I'm a disaster waiting to happen. Here I am pining for a man who can't even pick up the phone to text me. Sure, I have an extre
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
A private party. Here I am, sitting at home in my gilded cage, pining after a guy, who is going to have a private party at the club. I throw back my shot of tequila, the rage trying to consume me. Maybe I shouldn't be here tonight, because things might not end well for Alessandro when I'm in this mood. I don't care about him, but this is my sister's job, one that she loves, and I don't want to make a scene. "I think it's better that I leave, maybe I'll go to the movies like Thomas suggested." I reach for my coat I hung up on the back of my barstool, but Phoebe stops me. "Don't be stupid, you don't know anything about the seduction of males." Phoebe shakes her head. "This is where you make him jealous sissy. He will see you looking fly, wonder why the hell he hasn't been giving you the time of day, and regret his decisions." Phoebe makes everything sound so easy. But what if he thinks I only came to the club because of him because I'm not. I'm here to let loose because I'm bor
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER SIXTY
"Don't you think you've maybe had enough?" Phoebe asks me quietly, a frown on her perfect forehead. I'm just starting to feel a buzz, so no, I do not think that I've had enough. Raquel and her fucking cousin are now gyrating against each other on the dancefloor, rubbing it in my face that I am not in the company of Alessandro after he allegedly chose me over Raquel. I am the one that lost, and that doesn't sit well with me. Maybe tomorrow when I'm completely sober I will think of this situation in a different light, but now I'm just pissed off. And Alessandro knows it too. He's sitting next to Dario and they seem to have a serious conversation, but every now and then his gaze slides over to my side and then to the two blondes in concern. But it's not their lives he should be concerned about. It's his dick. Because as soon as I get the chance, there will be a knife going into his crotch. "Maybe we should go home." Phoebe continues. "I can ask Trey if I can't get off a
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
I'm dead. I have tequila sweating out of every pore in my body and Thomas still demanded we train this morning. Do I regret taking all those shots? Absolutely not. I kneed Alessandro Moretti in the balls, and I'm still high from that. It was fucking epic. The way he held his poor balls in his hands, the redness in his face. He never expected that move, and that is the only reason why I got up this morning when Thomas knocked on my door. Because he taught me how to bring Alessandro Moretti to his knees. I've never felt more powerful. Only now I'm lying on my back, covered in sweat and out of breath, with Thomas standing over me. "You know, you could make a lot of money as a hired killer." He drawls lazily. "I have some connections if you're ever interested." I inhale sharply. "I can't even overpower you, I would suck at that job, don't you think?" He smiles. "But you managed to overpower Moretti. Not a lot of men can say that." Yeah, fucking epic! I don't even feel
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Those words totally turn me on, but I don't take action on it, wrestling myself from his grip and get up. "Who the hell do you think I am?" I tighten the towel around my breasts. "Do you think you can just ghost me and then just pitch up whenever it suits you?" The bastard has the audacity to smile, turning on his side to look at me better. "Did you miss me?" I can't believe this asshole. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine and drop my towel, turning my back on him as I open my closet doors to find something to wear. "Maybe you can put on something nice to wear like Phoebe." I give him the stink eye and throw on a ratty T-shirt. "I still think you look hot." He chuckles. "You know it would be very nice to have a girlfriend like Phoebe who greets a man in lingerie and breakfast." "Fuck you!" I spit out. "You are not my boyfriend." He raises his eyebrows. "I'm not? So why are you so upset that you didn't see me?" I'm going to explode in anger, so I take a f
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
"What are you saying?" Alessandro wants to know. I sigh. Did I not make myself clear? "I'm saying we're all in or we're out." I rub my eyes, frustrated at this situation. "It's never going to work." He shakes his head. "My parents have been together for years, my mother is kept safe, and that setup works." "No offense, but your parents are living a lie." How can he not see that? "A lie that is keeping everyone alive." He looks at me like I'm the dumb blonde that showed up with him at the club last night. "Listen, if you want to live like that, go ahead and do it. But I'm not going to be a part of it." "So you'd rather be dead?" He asks in disbelief. "Or do you just really don't want to be with me?" I throw my hands in the air. "That is what you took from this? That I don't want to be with you? After everything?" He turns around and starts to get dressed. "What, you're leaving now?" I laugh. "Again?" "Well, we're not exactly solving anything, are we?" He throws his T
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
"You're what!"I exclaim in shock. Of all the things she could've told me, "I'm pregnant." is the last thing I expected to come out of her mouth. "SSShhhhh!" She looks around with wide eyes, but nobody is paying us any attention. "Is it Evan's?" I ask softer. "When did you find out?" "Of course it's Evan's!" She whisper-shouts. "He's the only person I've slept with apart from the boyfriend I had in high school!" "So what, you didn't use protection?" I know I sound like a complete hypocrite right now, because apart from the shot to not get pregnant, I didn't use any protection either. Sammy blushes and looks everywhere but at me. "You didn't use protection?" I'm actually shocked. "You're like the most responsible person I know!" "I was drunk! So I didn't exactly think with the correct brain!" And I can't blame her because I would have probably made the exact same mistake. I'm really glad now I went to the student health care center with Alessandro dropping me like I'm h
Latest chapter
