Chapter 15: My Man

Fabio’s POV

"Troublesome, huh? Sounds unforgettable," Alessia teased, giving me a knowing look. "Is she my soon to be sister-in-law?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Trust me, you don’t want that. He is trouble. Major trouble."

Yeah, sis. Trouble for me and my little trouble brother down there. Trouble for my ass, too, and yet I couldn’t help craving every bit of it.

I answered the call and turned away from Alessia.

"Marco," I said, whispering his name like it was a dirty secret. I could practically hear my own voice in my head, echoing the sounds I made when I came, Marco’s name.

Damn it. I was losing my grip completely.

"I’m here. Where are you?" Marco asked over the line.

"By the parking lot. I’m right here."

At that exact moment, I would have welcomed a bucket of ice water, or a swift kick just to beat the overwhelming heat out of my system.

"I’ll be there." Click. He hung up.

Marco was not just a bad decision; he was the worst one possible. I should not need him this much. He was not some magical creature or anything- he was just some normal guy, absurdly gorgeous, packing a great build, and armed with the filthiest mouth imaginable. Just a normal guy living a normal, yet possessed this magnetic, effortless charm that left me completely defenseless. No, Marco was not anything special.

Except, fuck. He drove me insane. He made my toes curl whenever he got too close, just so I would not lose all control and drop to my knees right then and there to beg for him, for his cock, for his ass. Maybe that was what you called special.

I would have completely forgotten Alessia was standing right beside me if she had not snapped her fingers directly in front of my face. She was grinning ear to ear, watching me closely, but I refused to meet her eyes.

What was I supposed to tell her? "Yeah, sis. There’s this guy who completely brought your brother to his knees, stole my sort-of-virginity, and ever since, all I can think about is getting locked in a room with him to try out every position in existence. Actually, we take turns- he usually do me, I do him, fair and square. Don’t worry, I’m holding my own."

Alessia snapped her fingers again to drag me back to reality.

"I am dying of curiosity here. Give me answers or I’m going to expire on the spot," she whined, clutching my arm tighter.

"It’s really nothing serious," I said, failing to hide my smile. "Just a casual thing."

Alessia narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Casual? And it has you blushing like a teenager with a schoolyard crush? Right. I totally believe you."

It was true, between Marco and I it was just casual, but her words made me second-guess everything. Maybe it was not just casual anymore. Maybe this was turning into a full-blown addiction- not the sweet, romantic kind, but the raw, demanding kind where you just lust over someone so badly you need them to crave you back with the exact same hunger.

"If anything ever comes of it, I’ll let you know." As if that would ever happen.

Alessia slowly let go of my arm. I glanced down at her, but her attention had drifted entirely. Her eyes were wide, and her lips were slightly parted in pure fascination.

I followed her gaze, and honestly? I could not blame her. Even I would have stared, but I had a reputation for self-control to maintain.

Walking toward us was Marco, dressed head-to-toe in dark, dangerous black. His hair was casually styled, slightly messy with a few loose strands falling across his forehead, which only made him look more breathtaking.

When he finally stopped in front of us, the three of us just stood there in total silence- two absolute fools and one literal god, waiting for someone to make the first move.

"Hey," Marco said, flashing an easy smile between Alessia and me.

"Hi," Alessia blurted out instantly, giving a little wave with her fingers.

I stayed completely quiet, terrified my voice would crack or I would blurt out something completely inappropriate.

"I’m Alessia, but everyone calls me Les," she purred, dropping her voice an octave as she held out her hand.

Marco took it. "I’m Marco."

And when he tried to pull his hand back, Alessia didn’t let go.

I narrowed my eyes, watching the two of them stare each other down.

"Marco," Alessia murmured, slowly tracing her free hand over his knuckles. I knew right then that she was about to work her own brand of charm on my man. "Do you always look this illegal, or did you dress up specifically to ruin my morals?"

I said it. She had this "divine" tongue and this was just the opening act.

Marco chuckled. "Ask around. Apparently, I make a habit of ruining things."

I could have sworn those words were a direct hit aimed at me. Still, I kept my mouth shut.

"I’d ask what your type is, but judging by the way you’re looking at me, I’m feeling pretty confident," she giggled, drawing tiny circles against the back of his hand. "So, are you single, or do I need to start fighting people?"

Okay, enough was enough. I was not frustrated- not even a little bit, I swear. I was just feeling left out. Fine, it was definitely more than that, but who cares?

I grabbed Alessia’s wrist, yanked her hand away, and stepped directly between them, fixing her with a glare.

"Unfortunately for you, he’s mine."

First it was my man earlier, which I had tried to write off as a slip of the tongue. But twice? I was officially losing my mind. I never claimed people; I hated attachments because they always brought unnecessary drama. But right now, calling him mine felt like the only way to make Alessia back off.

Tonight belonged to Marco and me. Nobody else.

"We’re leaving."

Without another word, I grabbed Marco’s wrist, pulled him toward my car, and left her standing in the dust.