Love Me (The Elites of Cheshire shore #2)

3. Rome

CHAPTER THREE

rome

I tighten my hand in the blonde hair of the woman currently sucking me off. I grunt when she uses her teeth across my cock. Teeth are a big fucking no-no. Sav knows this rule. Out of all the girls who enjoy no strings with me, Sav is the best. Especially when my cock is involved. She takes the hint and slowly laves at my cock right under the spot she knows I love. I tug on the strands of her hair, encouraging her to speed up. This has already been going on long enough and the energy boost I always get from fucking, is getting that little bit further away. Savannah reaches her hand up, her pointy acrylic nails tracing patterns over my balls, and I take the hint. She isn’t cutting it today. I bat her hand away and put pressure on the base of her neck, opening her throat up to me wider, and start pumping wildly into her. I feel the tingling sensation climb up my back moments before I come straight down her throat. Finally, the zap of energy I’d been chasing sings through my veins. Much better .

Tucking myself back into my pants, I watch Sav from the corner of my eye. I’m not a selfish bastard who just enjoys her, we have a no-strings, consensual friendship. It was her idea to start this arrangement, and she gets just as much out of this as I do. We both work really long hours in a really demanding job, and like me, she craves the energy rush. She uses me for “stress relief”—her words—just as much as I use her. Sav’s expression is casual, unaffected, as she stands and adjusts her shirt. “My friend Andrea really wants to meet you; she’s always asking for an introduction.”

“If she’s looking for a job, you know the drill. I don’t play favorites. She can leave her CV with HR, and we’ll see if she’s a good fit.”

“No, she wasn’t thinking about working here, she was interested in getting to know you…outside the office.”

I finish tucking myself into my pants and eye Sav. “You know I don’t do girlfriends, Sav, I don’t have time for it.” I also hate when people try to set me up. I’m thirty fucking years old, it was funny when my Nonna was alive and she would meddle in my dating life, but now I find it tedious. Especially with my schedule, finding time to date a woman is just too difficult. All the short-term relationships I’ve had over the last few years have fizzled out because I spend too much time working, and that’s not something that’s about to change. That’s why Sav’s no strings works so well for both her and me. There is also nothing wrong with being single, and I fucking hate that society makes people feel bad about it. Especially Brian Fucking Deeter.

She hands me a piece of paper between her index and middle finger. I assume Andrea’s number. “If you ever decide to change your mind.”

I stare at the piece of paper; I have no intention of taking it. I doubt things with Sav would be amicable if I did. Ven Industries comes before my dick. Period. Sav’s job here is too important to fuck it up by sleeping with her friend, whether she’s approved of it or not.

She leaves it on my desk, in case I change my mind, before straightening and flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder and leaving my office. And that’s why Sav is my favorite no strings. She doesn’t do the snuggle shit afterward. Fucking is all about pleasure, on both sides. Today just happened to be more one sided. I’m more than happy to be the bachelor I am right now. Between looking after Ven Industries and sitting in the Founding Five Group—I don’t have time to be in love. I’ll leave it for whipped assholes like Ryder Fallington. The guy walks around with heart-shaped pupils.

A few hours later, Luca walks into my office, disturbing me from the spreadsheet I have been working on. For some reason two of our shipments have arrived late, and according to our spreadsheet, there was nothing causing this delay.

“Dante is going to call in five.” He wiggles his phone in the air. My eyes flick up to meet his over the computer screen, none of what I’m looking at makes sense. Our documents were in order and the licenses were all valid. One shipment is odd, two is just plain weird. Dante left for Europe shortly after Brian departed our office. With our expansion growing in Europe, our new port is requiring him to put in some serious time in Kadelburg, but it will all be worth it in a couple of years.

“He’s only been gone five minutes, and already he can’t handle it?” I smirk. “I knew we should’ve sent you this time.”

“Please.” He snorts. “I don’t need to leave the country to close a deal. One of us just likes the excuse for an extra overseas vacation.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Is that why you had seventeen vacation days last month?” Do I honestly care how many days my brothers take off? Fuck no, we pretty much work sixteen-hour days, six days a week. I just really enjoy shoving it in his face especially because I know exactly who he’d gone vacationing with.

“Hey,” he points his finger at me, his cheeks heating, “you know I had to go support Flo at her conference last month.”

Tapping my finger on my desk and leaning back in my chair, I scoff. Luca always tries to use his best friend Florence as his scapegoat, mostly because he knows that woman can do or say anything and all the Venuccio men, my father included, will just stand back and smile at her indulgently. I let out a breathless sigh and tut. “We all went to support Flo. You two, however, decided you needed to spend four days in Disney World before swinging through Legoland and finishing up at Harry Potter World.” The ghost of a smile twitches on my lips, watching the scowl appear on Luca’s face. God, he’s fun to tease.

“Someone sounds sour because they weren’t invited.” He hums.

Rolling my eyes—because jealous is definitely not what I am—I look back at my computer screen. I could probably burst Luca’s bubble and tell him I paid for their whole trip, but where would the fun in that be. He thinks Flo did, and Flo thinks Luca paid for it—something about her collecting on a bet. Both of them don’t realize I paid for the whole thing when I heard about the little extension they’d planned, because she deserved it.

“That’s okay, Rome-y boy, I’m sure next time we can let you tag along. I mean, you would totally be third-wheeling on our fun, but I’m sure Flo won’t mind.”

Luca has officially gotten under my skin. He always knows the right buttons to push. I snap. “Can you just focus on our brother calling before I chuck you on a fucking plane without a return ticket?” He smirks, mocking me.

Luca’s phone chooses that moment to start ringing. My muscles relax; we can finally focus on what’s important: Ven Industries. Luca sticks the call on Speaker. It’s showtime.