Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 56

REINA

I arrived at Tessa and Shane’s apartment just before three, the afternoon heat already clinging to my skin like regret.

I just walked out of a boring class and I was having another boring one next—didn’t have to for another hour—but I didn’t want to spend the free time in the campus.

So I decided to go to Tessa’s apartment since she didn’t have any class today. Using my car, the one Paolo has gotten for me as an excuse to go see her.

I’d left it there last night, before they dragged me to the bar, which we rode in Shane’s car.

Domenico had insisted on driving the new one home, and I hadn’t argued. So I was going to drive this one back to my apartment after picking it.

It wasn’t exactly easy to argue with a man like Domenico, especially when he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in his world.

Still, I needed my car back. And I needed my friends.

The moment I stepped inside the apartment, the smell of burnt toast hit me square in the face.

"Oh my God," I groaned, covering my nose. "What died in here?"

"Excuse me," Shane’s voice called from the kitchen. "It’s called brunch, sweetheart. You wouldn’t understand. You have Daddy cooking you Michelin-star meals every morning."

I froze. Had he saw Domenico last night?

"Do not start with me today." I grimaced. Even though I had only met Shane just yesterday, it felt like we had been friends since forever.

He emerged from the kitchen wearing a female hoodie, which I assumed to be one of Tessa’s oversized hoodies, no pants, and fuzzy slippers shaped like ducks. His hair was a whole mess of curls and chaos.

"Too late," he sang, pointing a spatula at me like it was a microphone. "Our girl’s gone full luxury. Look at her, glowing like she just got laid by someone who could buy a private island just to name it after her."

Fuck! If only he knew how close to home he was with his words.

"Shane." I grumbled.

"What? I’m just saying facts." He threw his hands up, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

Tessa walked out of her room then, still tying her hair up, wearing an oversized tee and sweat shorts. "He’s been like this since he woke up," she said dryly. "You might want to throw something at him before he combusts."

"I’m this close," I muttered, dropping my bag on the couch.

Tessa smiled faintly. "Coffee?"

"God, yes."

She went to pour me a cup while Shane leaned against the counter, watching me like I was his new favorite telenovela. "So, Reina. Tell us. How’s Daddy?"

I gave him a look sharp enough to slice. "He has a name."

"Yeah, but Daddy sounds better." He smirked. Picking a slice of apple off the plate next to him, throwing it into his mouth. "More fitting. More... spiritually accurate."

Tessa rolled her eyes. "Shane, stop being gross."

He gasped dramatically. "I’m not being gross, I’m being observant! You didn’t see him last night, Tess. The man walked into that bar like the devil himself came to collect his favorite soul."

"That’s poetic," I said dryly, sipping my coffee.

Merely talking about Domenico had my pussy pulsing. Fuck! That little cunt sure was a whore for him.

"And when I say the way he looked at you, babe..." Shane fanned himself with a piece of burnt toast. "If eyes could undress, you would’ve been naked before your first sip of tequila."

"Shane," I warned, almost choking on my coffee.

In fact, Domenico had indeed undressed me last night and he hadn’t stopped fucking me until about three hours ago.

"I’m just saying! The man was feral. The whole room disappeared when you two started looking at each other. Even Tripp texted me like, ’is that Reina’s man or an Italian war god?’"

Tessa snorted into her mug. "Italian war god. I like that."

"Stop encouraging him," I said.

But Shane was unstoppable. "I’m not judging! I fully support your journey into mature romance and financial security with dear daddy Italian war god."

I blinked. "What?"

He pointed at me with his toast. "You’re out here making smart choices. Do you know how rare that is? You think I’d be roasting you? Hell no, I’m proud. Get that Daddy bag. No doubt I love Trippy’s cock, but not even his giant cock could stop me from getting daddy’s bag if I found me a wealthy sugar daddy who loves to spend."

Tessa groaned. "You’re disgusting. Tripp will whoop your ass if he should hear this."

"Honest!" he said with a grin. "Not like he wouldn’t beg for threesome after whooping my ass. Duh."

I couldn’t help but laugh despite myself. "You’re insane. And... cute."

He gasped. "Me? Thanks for thinking I’m cure. But no. You, on the other hand—" He waggled his eyebrows. "—are absolutely glowing. I mean, look at your skin. That’s not skincare, honey. That’s aftercare."

Tessa choked on her drink. "Shane!"

"What?" He threw up his hands. "It’s science!"

I pressed a hand over my face, groaning. "Why am I friend with someone who happens to be friends with you?"

"Because I’m fabulous and you crave chaos," he said sweetly, plopping down beside me on the couch.

Tessa followed, curling up in the armchair across from us. "So, you’re not denying it," she said.

I gave her a look. "Not you too."

She shrugged. "You’ve been smiling since you walked in. That’s suspicious enough."

Somehow, I wondered if I should really tell them about everything that had been going on, but I was scared they were going to judge me.

I sighed, tracing the rim of my mug. "It’s complicated, Tess."