He responded with a deeper, eager claiming of my lips, forcing our mouths together hungrily without a care for who saw.
"Whatever you're thinking, it's fucking stupid," said Luca to Jenny, folding his arms across his chest.
"I know. You're helping though," said Jenny.
"Why would I—" Luca began.
"Because one day soon, you'll need her and you know it," said Jenny, patting Luca's cheek before stepping forward to tap me on my shoulder.
"Wait outside in your car, Scott. We'll be right out," she said, as Scott and I withdrew from each other's mouths reluctantly.
The heat and adoration in his eyes was unrelenting. I was so caught up in him, his lips, his touch, the way he looked at me and held me close that I wasn't even blushing.
"You totally have me," I said honestly, as our hands roamed all over each other frantically.
"I'll give her back, I promise," Jenny said to Scott, gently separating us.
Every step I took away from Scott was sobering. I panicked when I realized I don't even know what we just agreed to.
"So what's this third option?" I whispered to Jenny, right as she and Luca were about to present me to Don Angelo, who no doubt had seen everything that played out between me and Scott.
What the fuck was I thinking? What if I had just provoked Don Angelo? What if Scott didn't make it back to his car?
"Just breathe. Trust me. Let me come through for you, like you did for me," said Jenny, taking her place next to Luca when he announced to Don Angelo that we were leaving now.
"All three of you? On your honeymoon?" Don Angelo asked, feigning surprise.
"I would feel better with Stacy there," said Jenny, throwing me a quick smile before she kissed Don Angelo's cheek and subtly nudged Luca, who rolled his eyes.
"Anything for my wife's comfort," said Luca, flashing Don Angelo a smile so laced with undertones of hate that it pretty much confirmed that Luca knew everything.
"Then I wish you all well," said Don Angelo, kissing me on the cheek. "Make me proud," he whispered into my ear.
As Don Angelo pulled away, I wondered if he could tell that a shitstorm was headed his way. He had far bigger problems than me leaving him. He was headed for war.
*Ciao daddy," was all I trusted myself with, lest I give something away.
Don Angelo did not have my sympathy. I felt no daughterly affection or even a sense of duty to him anymore. He deserved everything that was coming his way and then some.
Luca offered Jenny and I an arm each as we walked out of the house. Once we got into Luca's car, Jenny turned to me and said, "Ask Scott to follow us."
Stacy: Ready to follow me to hell and back?
Scott: Guessing that means to follow Luca? Satan himself?
With a giggle, I texted back.
Stacy: Just drive the damn car.
We stopped at a gas station a few miles away from the estate and got out of the car. While I closed the door, a rush went through me as Scott turned me around and cupped my neck, pinning me against the door and slamming his lips against mine.
"For fuck's sake. Didn't you just do this?" asked Luca.
"So now what?" I asked, smiling shyly at Scott.
"Call this number. It's Grandpa Kendrick. He's a billionaire/veteran. Tell him you're his granddaughter. Tell him Jenny sent you if it helps and that you need to disappear. He'll know what to do," said Jenny, handing me a card.
"Yes, I'm sure," said Scott, kissing my forehead, reading the question on my face before I could ask it.
Then he stepped back, tilting his head towards Jenny. She was already holding her arms open with a pout on her face when I got to her.
"Thank you. For talking me into this stupidity," I said, embracing her hard.
"I merely presented you with an option. The rest was all Scott," she said, pulling away to take my hands in hers and look at me. "You're not going to cry again, are you?"
Duh I was. It was a given.
"I hope you find what you're looking for, Jenny. Keep Luca on a short leash," I said through sobs.
"I get the feeling he's the one that does the leashing and I'm going to pay dearly for pushing my luck, but I'll do what I can," she said, smiling at me. "I know you want nothing to do with this life, but I'm never far, Stacy. We'll see each other again. I'm sure of it."
We made it back to the men just in time to hear Scott say, "Well I still hate you."
"Fair enough. She was this close to saying yes to—" said Luca, goading Scott one final time.
"Dude, go in peace," I said to Luca, dragging my hot headed boyfriend away from him.
"Ciao bella. Bye Scott," Luca said with a snigger and a wave as we got into the car.
"Goodbye Scott. Treat her well," Jenny said, raising her hand to wave at us too.
As the car pulled away, I grinned, watching Luca stare daggers at Jenny.
"What the fuck was that?" I heard him yell as the car passed by them.
"You're going to be a hypocritical hoot, aren't you?" Jenny yelled back, their voices fading away into the distance.
The moment we got onto the road was bittersweet, but when Scott's hand landed on my thigh, I felt like everything was going to be okay.
It was stupid to feel that way, as we were officially on the run from Don Angelo, who didn't know it yet, but he would soon. This wasn't the smart choice, but in the end, just like every other time I was faced with leaving Scott, I knew it was the only one I could live with.
"This probably isn't what you want to hear right now but," Scott began, worrying his lip as he hesitated.
"What? Do you want to go back? There's still time to change your—" I began, knowing I was asking for a lot.
"Kendrick," he said, squeezing my thigh and throwing me a reassuring look before returning his eyes to the road. "Shut up and let me finish. I know we're sort of already doing this, but before we disappear, do you want to meet the crazy woman who sent you a box full of crap?" he asked and my heart skipped a beat.
It's not that I hadn't met boyfriends' parents before. Usually they couldn't wait to get me to Sunday brunch with the folks, but then none of them knew who I really was. Being Don Angelo's daughter meant I was never going to be the girl Scott took home. Except now he was asking and apparently I was that girl. The only one, as far as I knew.
"Do you want to meet my mom?" he clarified, unsure if I understood what he meant.
Of course I understood though. I knew who he was talking about. I just never thought we'd get here. Certainly not under these circumstances.
"You always say the only woman who gets to meet your mom is the one you'll marry," I said softly, looking down at my feet.
"You'll understand why when you meet her. Within minutes of meeting you, she'll say some embarrassing shit about being the right age for marriage and propose on my behalf. She's great otherwise though. Try not to let her get to you," he said, getting frustrated at the thought.
But all I heard was when you meet her. That he thought me meeting her was okay and safe. It wasn't, but that apparently didn't factor into anything anymore.
"I think no one ever explained to the woman where babies come from, because she seems to think after marriage I'll fucking have instant children overnight," he said, continuing his rant, making me giggle.
"It's not funny," he said, before laughing too.
"It's a little funny," I said, laughing harder.
The sounds of our overlapping laughter mingled in the car and it felt surreal that I thought we weren't going to be sharing this moment mere hours ago.
"Just know this is what you're signing up for if you say yes. There's no pressure," he said, the laughter falling away as he made a point of letting me know that he was serious.
"Okay," I said, my cheeks heating up.
Scott's mom was warm and loving. A little too involved in her children's lives, but in the best way. I knew we couldn't stay long if we did go, but obviously I wanted to meet his mom.
"Okay, give you a second or—" he said, sounding nervous.
"Okay take me to meet your mom, Scott," I said, looking
"You're going to give daddy this pu**y regularly now, aren't you baby?" Seth purred, groaning in relief as he f*cked away at Judith's free use pu**y.
"Yes, yes, of course daddy. F*ck it," Judith encouraged, while sneakily using the phone to text her mom.
Daddy's f*cking me again. Come and see.