I allowed my gaze to search the dance floor then drift to the bar on the patio. Most guests were outside, enjoying the warm summer night. I didn抰 see Santino anywhere. Only Leonas and his two sidekicks were chatting to a couple of girls. Suspicion filled me. Luisa was right, Santino had agreed to watch. Though, I doubted anyone would attack a senator抯 house to get to me. Where was he? Either he抎 hidden away in the furthest corner for some peace and quiet, or?he wouldn抰 dare?most of the guests were around my and Clifford抯 age, only a few seemed to be a couple of years older. If Santino banged a girl around my age, I抎 make his life hell.
Off limits, I reminded myself, but my heart ignored my brain.
I motioned at Leonas that I抎 head to the toilet and he pointed at his watch, which made me roll my eyes. It meant he抎 come looking for me if I wasn抰 back in five minutes. Whenever he was in charge of my protection, he became this bossy, uber-protective-wise guy.
This was a party of spoiled rich kids who cried already when a piece of bubble gum got stuck under their boots. In our world, you asked your brother to hand you his knife so you could scratch it off and he抎 still use the blade to stab someone afterward. I could deal with any boy who dared to approach me. I抎 make them cry into their fancy-pansy white-wine-bowl in no time.
揑抣l go looking for Santino,?I told Luisa. 揇o you want to come with me??
Luisa immediately shook her head. 揑抎 rather not get involved in a fight.?
揥ho says we抮e going to fight??
Luisa gave me a look that said really?
I grinned. 揥e抮e an explosive combination.?Then I glanced around. 揗aybe you can head over to Leonas? I抎 feel better if I didn抰 leave you alone here.?
Luisa laughed. 揑抦 shy and not as outgoing as you, but I抣l be fine, Anna.?
I didn抰 move.
She sighed with a small smile. 揂ll right. I抣l head over to your brother.?
揑抣l be quick.?
I wiggled my fingers at Leonas and motioned at Luisa then moved outside. Seeing how many people danced in the yard or in the pool, I doubted Clifford had invited only two hundred people. The place was swarming with guests. Mom would kill me if I invited that many people to a wild party. I glanced toward the pool house, which was bathed in darkness. Clifford was clever enough to keep the party out of his own walls. That was the perfect place for Santino to chill, or do other things?
I hurried toward the glass door. The shutters were all closed so I couldn抰 look inside. I pushed the handle down and was surprised to find it open. Why hadn抰 Clifford locked it?
Or had Santino picked the lock? I really wouldn抰 put it past him. The moment I stepped inside, I heard giggling. The asshole.
Had he really picked a girl to bang? Next time he told me I was too young, I抎 give him a piece of my mind. As if a few months made such a big difference!
Another giggle rang out. It sounded absolutely wrong. I couldn抰 pinpoint why exactly.
I followed the noise toward a door behind which I suspected the bedroom. By now the noise had turned into muffled groans and gasps, intermingling with awed 搊h gods?
I pushed open the bedroom door, trying to be quiet.
The first thing I saw was Mrs. Clark抯 awestruck face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and she was sweaty. Her breasts jiggled in front of her and the neckline of her dress shoved down so it wrapped around her ribs. Her red throng dangled around her ankle as she kneeled doggy style on Clifford抯 bed, the skirt of her dress pushed up on her back so her ass was propped up in front of none other than Santino.
She made a face as if the holy ghost had descended on her and she chanted oh god oh god, as if she抎 arise to the gates of heaven any moment. Either Clark Senior was the worst lay ever, or Santino had a magic dick. Santino was mostly dressed, but his shirt was untugged and his pants were open as he pistoned into Mrs. Clark with the determination of a brand-new jackhammer.
In a spur-of-the-moment decision, I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo then quickly shoved it back into my purse.
I took a step back and the floorboards creaked. Santino抯 eyes cut to me and he didn抰 stop. Only made a motion with his hand that suggested I should get lost.
He did this to spite me. To punish me for forcing him to come to Paris. Maybe even for our kiss. He was pissed. But so was I.
My lips curled and I turned on my heel. For all I cared, he could fuck Clifford抯 mom until her fake lashes fell off and her contact lenses dropped out. Maybe she抎 take him to the gates of hell with her, because God would definitely not answer to her ridiculous chanting.
I was seething. Seething.
But worse.
Worse.
I was hurt and jealous.
And that made me even angrier because I didn抰 want Santino to have the power to hurt me. I wanted him to bang me. That was it. My emotions needed to kindly go fuck themselves and leave me be. My life was already complicated as it was, I didn抰 need my crush on Santino to complicate things further.