All Chapters of Yours On The Dotted Line: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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

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

It took about 45 minutes to get to the Don’s house from our house and I interrogated Emily via phone and Josiah in person the whole time. They’d been seeing each other since the wedding. They just became exclusive last night. They didn’t say anything because they were worried about how Josiah might be treated at work, as in I might not let Josiah protect her anymore. I read them the riot act for about 20 minutes, then hung up and proceeded to text Emily about both of our sex lives and all of the developments that have been going on with both of us. Josiah was huge and had stamina to beat a rabbit. Same for Dante. Seems like the moniker “Italian Stallion” was made for a reason. Emily and Josiah had decided to be exclusive last night and decided to celebrate. So had Quinn and Dante. Emily got a promotion at work. Quinn had gotten a severed rabbit’s head sent to her at work. Ok, so not everything could be exactly the same. Emily was understandably freaking out, but w