The weight of his words hits like a tidal wave, crashing into my chest, searing into my soul.
My heart aches.Beautifully.Brutally.Unbearably.
If I were normal, I’d be crying right now.But I’m not normal.Not abnormal, either.
I’mextrafuckingordinary.
My man says I am.Looks at me like I am.And I believe him.
Myextrafuckingordinaryman.
CHAPTER FORTY–SIX
Soraya
“WHERE’S MYPRINSESSTÅRTA?”
We’re sitting on the kitchen floor, facing each other—his back against the cupboards, mine against the island.His legs bracket mine, a tray of ginger cookies between us.
We’re nibbling cookies because apparently everything else here is “teeth-rotting garbage.”His words.When I told him to quit complaining, he shot back that I should “stop acting fucking poor.”
He’s an asshole.
My favorite asshole.Which is why I haven’t bothered explaining there’s no proper food in the house because I’ve never had to think about it.My assistants know my hunger pangs and cravings better than I do, so I get fed before I even realize I’m hungry.
“What?”Stefano pauses mid-nibble and examines the cookie, scowling as if it personally offended him.“Wait, are thesedepartment store cookies?”
I bite my lip to stave off a laugh.What a diva.
“‘I’ll bring your prinsesstårta soon, my little liar.Promise,’” I quote, raising a brow.“Remember that sweet little message you sent to stop me from blowing my brother to bacon bits?”
“Oh.Yeah.Sorry,” he replies, dropping the cookie.“Had no idea I’d be seeing you today.Your dad’s an asshole.Just dumped me here without warning.Didn’t even tell me how to get in.Just drove off and—”
“Wait.Dad didn’t bring you in?”
He dusts crumbs off his fingers.“What do you mean?”
“Did he leave you in the tunnel outside the gates, or did he actually bring you insi—”
“Yeah.The tunnel.”
“Did someone open the gate for you?”
“Seemed so.It beeped open.”
“Was Dad beside you when it opened?”
“No, I told you, he drove off and left me.”His brows pinch together.“What’s that look?What is it?”
“Was anyone waiting for you on the other side of the gate when it opened?”
“No.No one.Why?What is it?”
“Yup, Dad’s an asshole, alright.”I sweep my hair back.“Did he drug you at any point while you were with him?”
“At any point?”He barks out a laugh.“I don’t think there was a point when I wasn’t drugged on some level or another.”
I scoot across the floor and push up onto my knees between his splayed legs.He grabs a handful of my ass as I lean in and run my index fingers behind his ears.Nothing.
