Wife Read online Penelope Sky (Betrothed #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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Thankfully, another waiter passed with an empty tray, so I placed his glass on top.

I moved through the crowd and made small talk with a few people I knew. My eyes scanned for Gustavo and his stepdaughter, whom I eventually found.

In a red dress with a high slit, she stood in five-inch black pumps. Her back was turned to me, but I recognized that deep brown hair anywhere. So thick and easy to fist. Her hourglass figure was noticeable too, especially since it made me hard in my slacks. She stood beside her stepfather and spoke to another man in a suit, someone else associated with the hotel.

My eyes fell to the petite woman beside her. She had similar features and the same green eyes, and I knew that was her mother. I’d seen her before, but it’d been so long that I probably wouldn’t have recognized her. She aged with immortality, somehow defying wrinkles and keeping her complexion beautiful. She was still exceptionally slender, taking care of her figure like she might hit the runway soon.

I understood where Sofia got her looks from.

I swam through the crowd, slowly making my way toward them so I could get a better look at her. When I faced her direction, I got to see her full appearance, see that curled hair pushed back over her shoulders to show off her beautiful face. Red lipstick outlined those plump lips, and the dark shadow around her eyes gave them a smoky look. She was the Tuscan Rose, the red flower that always bloomed.

I stared at her for a long time, enjoying my vantage point. She hadn’t noticed me yet, so I soaked in the look of her sexy curves, the way her dress fit snugly over her chest. A cleavage line was noticeable because her tits were pressed firmly together.

My hard dick was never going to rest until I was deep inside her.

She and her family seemed to be busy talking to people, so I approached them with my hand extended to Gustavo. “Beautiful party.”

Sofia’s eyes moved to my face, her previous look of boredom quickly replaced by a mixture of arousal and fear. If we were alone together, she would probably grab the front of my shirt and yank me into her.

I loved it when she did that…like I was hers to push around.

“Thank you,” Gustavo said. “This is my wife, Maria. I’m sure you’ve met in the past, but it’s been a long time.”

I shook hands with her mother, giving her a polite smile. “I remember you very well. Beautiful as ever.”

She smiled back, the affection reaching her eyes. “Well, thank you.”

I turned to Sofia next. A handshake seemed odd when we were intense lovers. Anytime I touched her hand, I was usually pinning it behind her back or against the mattress. A cordial smile didn’t seem right, not when we hardly ever smiled at each other. I was used to watching her come, her mouth gaping open and tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, Sofia.” I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

Stunned by my forwardness, she remained still.

I turned back to her family like nothing happened. “Enjoy your evening.”

12

Sofia

Mother walked beside me, a drink in her hand. “So, why didn’t you bring that man you’re seeing?”

“Because we aren’t serious.”

“You’ve been sleeping with him for a long time. Seems serious.”

I stopped in my tracks and looked at her. “I like it better when you’re my mother, not my friend.”

She brushed off the insult by stirring her olive in her glass. “I’m just looking out for you.”

“How is asking about my sex life looking out for me?”

“Because Hades Lombardi seems smitten with you.”

Of course he does…because he didn’t even bother hiding it. He eye-fucked me right in front of my mother like he didn’t give a damn. “He’s not my type.”

“Really?” she asked. “Because Gustavo says he’s made quite a name for himself. He’s self-made. Started his own bank in his twenties. That’s impressive. Not to mention, he’s tall, extremely handsome, polite.”

That man was definitely not polite. “I’m not interested.”

“Then are you sleeping with a woman?” She grabbed my arm and pivoted my body so I would be forced to look at him across the room. “There are at least three women staring at him as we speak.”

There were more than three. “Just leave it alone, alright?”

“He would probably make a good husband.”

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t even know him.”

“No, but I know men…and he’s into you.”

I had to give her credit for that.

“I’m gonna go mingle. Just think about what I said.” She clinked her glass against mine then walked away.

I was lonely in the crowd, staring at the man who secretly occupied my bed. I watched as a beautiful woman in a black dress approached him and talked to him for a while. Jealousy rose in my chest like a tiger about to pounce, but I reminded myself he wasn’t mine. He would never be mine. He was just a good memory to cherish later.


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