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owlonmywristBianca and Quinn are going to make for an interesting friendship...
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Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 41
Well, at least if I’m going to be at the most awkward meeting in history with the siblings of my fake husband I’m doing it at a really good seafood restaurant. The siblings took me to Narea off of Central Park. I’ve been here countless times with my family when my mom was alive. It was her favorite restaurant. We haven’t been here for a while, but the familiarity of the building, the restaurant, and the aromas coming from the kitchen bring back a ton of good memories. Bianca rambled the entire trip to Narea and it nearly killed me. At least not much was required of me with conversation. I honestly think that I could have been a mannequin and the conversation would have gone on as if I was there. What I did find interesting was the subject of her rambling. She was detailing everything that had gone after I left last night. “You have no idea how pissed Mamma was when Dante and I came back in the room without you and Mario had to explain that you had left. She yelled at eve
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 42
It hurts. Why does it hurt so bad to see Dante with another woman? Granted, she’s all over him and he looks like he’s politely trying to stop her from touching him. But that still doesn’t explain what he’s doing with her. Why are they out to lunch? “Quinn, I’m sure that there’s a good explanation,” Rocco says from behind me. “What the fuck explanation could he have, Rocco? There is no good reason that our brother is with her, all cuddled up at a corner table,” Bianca spits out. Huh. That’s an interesting development. She’s taking my side in this. I turn back to our table, taking up my napkin from my lap and wiping my mouth with it to give myself time to compose my face. To slide the mask that I seem to wear around this family more often than not back on. Both Rocco and Bianca are watching me and I know that they see the change in my demeanor. It causes Bianca to smirk and Rocco to throw an anxious look towards his brother. “What’s her name?” I ask, though my ques
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 43
“Hey! How was lunch? Was it as awful as you thought - “ Grayson says as I stomp onto my office floor. But I completely bypass him, knowing that if I stop and talk to him about lunch, I’m gonna lose my shit in front of the entire floor. Instead I slam my office door behind me and throw my coat and bag onto the couch. “Good talk…” I hear Grayson say from behind the door. Instead of yelling to him like I want to, I stomp over to my intercom and hiss into it, “Get your ass in here!” I then kick off my heels off, one of them knocking over my trash can and the other hitting the far wall. I don’t worry about it, I just start pacing, eating up the carpet beneath me. “The hell, Q?” Grayson asks, obviously annoyed when he walks into my office. “What crawled up your ass and died?” “I just came back from lunch with the siblings-in-law and happened to see my HUSBAND with a woman who was basically dry humping him at the table,” I snarl. Grayson’s mouth nearly falls to the floor. “You’
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 44
It’s Thursday. I have yet to go home. I’ve stayed here every night, working. Anything that I needed, I either had Grayson or Emily get for me. I’ve been able to use the company gym and my office is plenty big and fully stocked, as is the staff kitchen. Honestly, there’s really no reason for me to leave the office. Other than, you know, having a life. But here, inside this building, I don’t have to worry about Dante getting to me. I don’t have to talk to him. He’s still calling constantly, at least once per hour. Texting the same amount. I don’t respond to anything. Grayson had been refusing to take messages from Dante and even cussed him out a few times at the beginning of the week. Now, he just picks up the phone, says “She’ll call you when she wants to,” and hangs up. Dante has sent flowers by the bucketful. Lily of the Valley. Pink baby roses. Blue hyacinths. White orchids. Pink carnations. White and pink tulips. They seem like an odd mix of flowers and I’m not sure
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 45
As we drive back into the city towards the tower that the Luciano businesses occupy, I stare sightlessly out the window. I’m stewing on what I saw at the Luciano house. I was only there for about 30 minutes, but it’s enough to raise my blood pressure. I don’t think that it’s so much what the Don asked me. I get that he’s concerned about what’s going on between Dante and me. It affects the contract between his family and mine. If I don’t provide an heir…well, things get complicated after that. No, I understand why he asked, though I don’t know why Dante didn’t tell him. Even Rocco or Bianca could have explained. The thing that pissed me off the most was that he acted like it was my fault, demanding the answers of me. When is Dante supposed to take responsibility for all of his fuck ups? Why is it only me that’s supposed to keep this sham of a marriage on track? I’m so riled up and in my head about it I don’t even notice that we’ve pulled up to the curb outside of the tower
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 46
How in the hell did this get here? The building is closed, the only one being here is the security guard at the front desk. And Gerald would have told me if he had anything for me. Plus, he wouldn’t have brought it up to my desk, but kept it downstairs until he saw me. So what the hell is this? Walking closer, I reach my hand out to the bouquet, arranged into a square orange vase. It’s gorgeous. A sunflower and orange rose arrangement with rust and gold chrysanthemums and fall leaves. Whoever sent this, knows me well. Sunflowers and orange roses are my favorite. I absolutely adore them. I bend down to sniff the flowers, taking in their soft, sweet scent. It’s one of the reasons that these flowers are my favorite. They aren’t overpowering, but they’re still beautiful. They remind me of my mother taking Rocco and me to the sunflower fields in the summers or going to the rose gardens at the beginning of fall. My mother loved flowers and was an avid gardener herself. She
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 47
I awake back in Dante’s bedroom, cradled in his arms with my head against his chest. I lay there for a moment, everything that had happened over the last few hours coming back to me. The dinner at the Lucianos. Seeing Gabbi outside of work. The Flowers. The box and its contents. Gerald’s death. Dante must sense the change in my breathing because he puts aside his laptop and his hand comes to cup my face. “Topina? Are you awake?” “What happened?” I ask, groggily. “You passed out in your office,” Dante says, brushing the hair from my face. “How much do you remember?” “Josiah came in and said that Gerald…” I swallow thickly. I can’t say any more. Dante bends down and kisses my forehead. “After that, I brought you here. The boys were still in your office when we left, looking for evidence of who did this.” “How long have I been out?” I ask. “Only an hour. I’ve stayed with you the whole time,” he says, his hand going to my back. “Why am I here?” I ask, movi
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 48
Dante growls at the feeling of my lips against his, his hips grinding against mine, and his hands wrapping around my waist and head. My hands can’t seem to figure out where to touch him. They move in his hair, along his broad shoulders and muscled back, and down to his ass. I love a nice ass on a man. I don’t know what it is, but I just want to sink my teeth into those well toned globes, imprint them with my nails, and squeeze them as hips pound into mine. And Dante has a fucking nice ass. The kiss starts to deepen, Dante’s tongue diving into my mouth, forcing my lips to open for him. He tastes me like I’m a cool drink of water to a dying dehydrated man. I can’t help but moan and hook my legs around his waist, settling his hardening cock against my core through our clothes. Dante breaks the kiss and moves to my neck. “Dante! Fuck!” I moan as he bites my neck before sucking the sting away. My heels dig into his ass and upper thighs and it seems to egg him on as his ha
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Yours On The Dotted Line Author's Note
Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Yours On the Dotted Line. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone.I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal
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“DANTE!” I literally scream as my fingers curl into his hair, holding his mouth against me as I ride his face. His mouth has latched onto my clit, sucking and tugging at it, while his hand turns upward, his fingers making a ‘come hither’ gesture. I have never squirted with any other man and I’ve only done it a few times when my need for Dante is almost all consuming. It feels very different from a regular orgasm, the pressure building up almost as if you have to pee. But the release is so fucking good. It leaves me limp, like a rag doll. And it soaks everything. Especially if it is the first orgasm. From the way that Dante’s fingers are pressing at and rubbing on my g-spot, he wants me limp and happy when he enters me. There is something to be said for allowing a man to have his way with you. However he wants you. He moans into me, the vibrations causing me to clench around his fingers and I know that I am close. Can feel the wave starting to
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 5
Dante chases me into the ocean, not that I can actually go very far. Or want to. He’s quickly gotten all of his clothes off and has thrown them onto the sand. The last thing that I see flying off is his Versace watch, thrown somewhere in the direction of his pants. Then he’s running into the water after me. I make it until I’m about hip deep in the water before Dante catches me. “Fuck, cara mia. You’re so sexy,” he says as his hands move all over my body, starting with my stomach, move down to my ass to pull me close to him, and up to my tits. “I need you.” “You have me, baby. What are you gonna do with me now that you have me?” I ask him. He chuckles darkly. “Anything I want.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling back just hard enough that my head is tipped up toward him. Dante takes my lips with his, completely dominating my mouth. I love this. I love when he takes complete and utter contr
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“Mama! I want to go play in the pool! Let me go!” Freddie is squirming everywhere in my arms, trying to get down and run out of the kitchen door into the backyard of the Luciano estate. Ok, I can’t say that I blame him. I’ve been holding him for about five minutes, not quite ready to let him go. “Topina, you have to let him go. We’re going to miss our flight,” Dante whispers along my shoulder, the vibration causing shivers to go down my spine. “You on the plane,” I say with a pout. “What’s the point of owning the plane if you can’t leave when you want to?” But I understand what he’s saying. I need to let Freddie go. It’s just that this is the first time that I will have spent more than a weekend away from my boy and he was always just down the road with Grayson and Rocco or Emily and Josiah or at Dante’s parents’ house. This will be the first time that I can’t just hop in the car and get to him if he needs me. I watch as Freddi
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 3
After my spa day with Bianca, I went to Freddie’s pre-school to pick him up at the end of the day. He runs out and directly into my arms. “Mommy! Mommy! I’m so excited!” he cries as I pick him up and squeeze him tight. I’m not going to be able to pick him up much longer. At four months pregnant, my OBGYN would probably be apoplectic over the fact that I’m carrying him right now. But it’s something that I know I’m going to miss and have decided that I’m going to carry him until my anniversary in a week, when I’ll have hit the five-month mark. Yes, it’s an arbitrary time, but I it’s the decision I made and I’m going to stick with it. “Hello, amore. How was your day at school? What has you so excited?” I ask him, turning and carrying him to the car. Josiah clucks his tongue as he sees me carrying Freddie in my arms, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows from experience with his own wife having been pregnant that you don’t fight with a mother-t
Yours On The Dotted Line Epilogue - Chapter 2
When I first met Bianca, I thought that she was stuck up, petty, and materialistic. I would have thought that she would want a black-tie affair without children in the most expensive and exclusive place in New York. Now that I really know my sister-in-law, nothing could be further from the truth. Yeah, the girl loves to shop and she was never seen anywhere without her red bottomed shoes and Kate Spade bag. But when it came to what is important to her, family was the name of the game. “Honesty, Quinn, I would love to just go down to City Hall with the family and then go out to dinner. But you know Papà won’t allow that,” she groans. It’s been a month since my brother had proposed and, even though Emilia has tried to get Bianca to start planning the wedding, Bianca has steadfastly put her mother off. Today, Bianca and I are having a spa day. We’ve already had facials and massages and are in the process of pedicures before we get mani
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Three years later… “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Freddie! Happy Birthday to you!” My beautiful little boy, Frederico “Freddie” Dante Luciano, is turning three years old today. Here we are, surrounded by family and friends and sugar high toddlers, in a place that I never thought that we would make. Of course, the second the we finish singing and Freddie blew out his candles, he immediately shoved his hand into the cake, screaming, “It’s chocolate cake! Mommy got me chocolate cake!” “Oh, Freddie! That was for everyone. You can’t put your hands in it,” I scold him. “You say that like you don’t have two other cakes in the kitchen, cara mia. Let the boy enjoy his cake,” Dante tells me as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my head. “Then you can be the one to put him to bed tonight,” I tell Dante to loud laughs from Emily who is holding her and Josiah’s two-year-old
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Rocco looks at me, completely gobsmacked. “W-w-what do you mean?” I roll my eyes. “Do you really think Grayson wouldn’t tell me everything? Especially after I caught the two of you fucking the bathroom! Why are you keeping my best friend a secret?” “I’m not!” Rocco cries, though it is very obvious that neither of us believe him. I don’t even dignify that with a response. I just fold my arms over my very full breasts and stomach and glare at the man. “I’m not ashamed of being with Grayson!” he insists, eyes wide. “I just…” Rocco’s words peter out like he isn’t sure how to explain. I look around the room that we’re in and realize that it’s an office. Good. I can’t stand for long with the baby being this big and sitting on my hips. Makes my legs numb. Grabbing a seat, I watch my brother-in-law begin to pace as he tells me what’s going on. “My family knows that I’m gay. I came out to Bianca and Dante when
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 93
“It started right after Dante found you and we all were basically meeting up at the hospital,” Grayson tells me. We’re sitting in the front of Dante and my car. Grayson hasn’t looked at me since we sat down. I can tell that he’s worried about how I’ll react to the story. That in and of itself makes me sad. That he thinks that I wouldn’t be there for him. That I wouldn’t be happy for him. “At first, we just happened to be at the hospital at the same time. I noticed that Rocco took his coffee the same way I did, so I started picking up coffee for the both of us. And then he started grabbing pastries for us. Somehow one thing led to another and we ended up in a heavy make out session, dry humping against the alley wall of a café.” “And you weren’t going to tell anyone?” I ask. “Didn’t you think that we would be happy for you?” “It’s not that...” he sighs. “At first, we kept quiet because of everything that was going on with your ki
