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 there’s a good explanation,” Rocco says from behind me.“What the fuck kind of 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, picking up the napkin from my lap and wiping my mouth with it, giving myself time to compose my face. To slide the mask back on—the one I wear around this family more often than not.Both Rocco and Bianca are watching me, and I know they see the change in my demeanor. It causes Bianca to smirk and Rocco to throw an anxious glance toward his brother.“What’s her name?” I ask, though the question isn’t aimed at eithe

It’s Thursday. I have yet to go home. I’ve stayed here every night, working. Anything I needed, I either had Grayson or Emily get for me. I’ve been using the company gym, and my office is plenty big and fully stocked—so is the staff kitchen.Honestly, there’s really no reason for me to leave. 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 an hour. Texting just as much. I don’t respond to any of it. Grayson started off refusing to take his messages 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’s sent flowers by the bucketful: Lily of the Valley, pink baby roses, blue hyacinths, white orchids, pink carnations, white and pink tulips. The combinations felt odd until I Googled them—turns out, they’re all flowers that symbolize an apol

How in the hell did this get here? The building is closed—only the security guard at the front desk should be here. And Gerald would’ve told me if he had anything for me. He wouldn’t have brought it up to my desk; he’d have kept it downstairs until he saw me.So what the hell is this?Walking closer, I reach out to the bouquet, arranged in a square orange vase. It’s gorgeous. A combination of sunflowers and orange roses, with rust and gold chrysanthemums and fall leaves. Whoever sent this… they know me well. Sunflowers and orange roses are my favorites. I absolutely adore them.I bend down to sniff the flowers, taking in their soft, sweet scent. That’s one of the reasons I love them—they aren’t overpowering, just beautiful. They remind me of summers with my mother, taking Rocco and me to the sunflower fields, or walking through the rose gardens in early fall. She was an avid gardener, always happiest with her hands in the dirt, showing us how to tend to flowers. Some of my best memorie

Dante growls at the feel of my lips on his, his hips grinding against mine, his hands wrapping around my waist and tangling in my hair. My hands can’t decide where to go—threading through his hair, over his broad shoulders, down his muscled back, then lower, gripping his ass.God, I love a good ass on a man. And Dante’s? It’s perfect. The kind of ass I want to sink my teeth into, scratch with my nails, and squeeze while he pounds into me.The kiss deepens, his tongue thrusting into my mouth like I’m water in a desert. I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding my core against his hardening cock through our clothes.He breaks the kiss to move to my neck.“Dante! Fuck!” I cry out as he bites me, then soothes the sting with his tongue. My heels dig into the backs of his thighs, spurring him on. His hands slip beneath my shirt, cupping my breasts through my bra.“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let me see you.”I nod, breathless, not realizing what he means until

It takes about 45 minutes to get to the Don’s house from ours, and I spend the entire ride interrogating Emily via phone and Josiah in person.They’ve been seeing each other since the wedding. They became exclusive last night. They didn’t tell me because they were worried I might reassign Josiah and not let him protect her anymore.I read them the riot act for a solid 20 minutes, then hung up and proceeded to text Emily all the details of both our sex lives and everything that’s gone down lately.Josiah was huge and had stamina to rival a rabbit. Same with Dante. Apparently “Italian Stallion” isn’t just a nickname—it’s a prophecy.Emily and Josiah had decided to be exclusive last night and celebrated. So had I—with Dante. Emily got a promotion at work. I got a severed rabbit head sent to me.Okay, so maybe not everything is the same.Emily was freaking out, understandably, but we pulled into the Don’s driveway and I had to end the conversation. Her final messages were rapid-fire