Make Me Moan, Daddy Chapter 80

REINA

The mont the words left his mouth, they hit like a punch to the stomach.

"I’d love for you to divorce my son."

For a second I couldn’t breathe. Not from shock but from sothing more uglier.

I felt cheap. I felt dirty.

I felt like the exact thing people called won like behind closed doors.

A whore.

A howrecker.

A... nothing.

My mouth went dry. My chest tightened so hard I thought I was going to choke on air. The sha ca fast, burning its way up my throat.

I stared at him, unable to even blink. My voice didn’t work. My tongue felt thick. My heart felt like it might drop out of my body and hit the floor.

And suddenly tears were sliding down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying.

"Reina..." Donico’s voice cracked. I had never heard it like that. He looked shocked, confused, like he had absolutely no idea why I was crying.

I didn’t care.

"Why?" I managed to get out, but the word ca out small and broken just like the rest of . "Why would you say that to ?"

Why would you ask that of when you knew how much your son... My marriage to him, when you knew how much it ant to ?

"Baby..."

"Don’t call that," I snapped, the words sharp on my tongue because I needed them to be. I needed to hurt him before he hurt with his words again.

His hand lifted to touch my cheek.

I jerked back like he burned .

I slid off the counter so fast my foot almost slipped, but I caught myself on the edge. My heart was slamming against my ribs. My vision was blurry from tears. I shoved away from him, backing up several steps.

He made to take a step closer, it scared . So I raised one hand, stopping him before he could get any closer to .

"Stay right the fuck there! Stay the fuck away from ."

Donico froze. His hands were still lifted, like he didn’t know whether to reach for or to let run.

"Reina, calm down," he tried again, stepping toward . "You misunderstood ."

"No," I said, my voice shaking, "I understood you perfectly. There’s nothing to misunderstand here."

He blinked. "You didn’t..."

"I did!" I yelled, my voice cracking halfway through. Tears kept falling faster and faster, and I couldn’t stop them. "You think I’m beneath your son, don’t you? You think I don’t deserve him. You think soone like don’t deserve Paolo just because you’ve seen my nakedness and you already know what I tasted like."

His brows slamd together. "What? No..."

"Yes!" I shouted again. "You think the only thing I’m good for is spreading my legs for you, huh? So while you talk to him on the phone you realised you can’t let him co back ho to a dirty slut !"

His jaw clenched. "That’s not what I..."

"I’m a whore, right?" I threw the word at him like a blade before he could say anything else. "Just a stupid, lonely woman you used because I was convenient. Because I was too easy... to cheap!"

His face hardened with sothing that looked like pain. Real pain.

He opened his mouth, but I didn’t let him speak. I couldn’t let him speak because I knew whatever was going to co out of his mouth would only hurt even more.

"You don’t think I deserved Paolo’s love, right? That’s why you want to divorce him? Because I disgust you?"

"Reina." His voice shook. "Stop. Let explain. Just, please..."

I was done listening.

The ugly, painful heat inside pushed out of in one rush. My mouth moved faster than my brain could stop it.

"Do you think I wanted to sleep with a bastard like you?" I threw at him, loud, cruel, shaking. "Do you think you’re so fantasy I had? If my husband had touched even once the way I needed, I would have never, NEVER let you near !"

His entire expression changed. Sothing snapped behind his eyes. Hurt, anger, disbelief. I couldn’t even tell. But it hit him.

I saw it hit him. And I was glad it did.

"I loved my husband," I kept going, wiping my face angrily. "More than you could ever understand. I was just lonely. I needed soone to hold . Anyone. And you..."

I scoffed, shaking my head at him like he disgusted . Like his re existence disgusted . "—you were there. Available. That’s all."

He stayed silent.

And that silence made panic more.

I spun around and bolted for the living room because I rembered now that my purse was there. I needed my phone. My house keys. Anything. I needed to get out of his house before I completely shattered in front of him.

Footsteps followed , heavy and steady. Hot on my heels.

"Reina," he called after . "Stop."

I didn’t.

I saw my purse sitting on the couch and ran straight to it. I snatched it up, ripping it open, searching for my phone.

Donico ca into the livingroom right behind .

"Reina, please, let talk—"

I grabbed a few bills from my wallet, turned around, and threw the money straight at his chest.

The cash hit him and fluttered to the ground around his feet.

"Here," I spat. "Paynt."

He stared at like I’d slapped him. Hard.

I wasn’t done.

"You’re nothing but a fuck toy to ," I hissed, even though my voice was shaking so badly the words barely held together. "So take the money and go fuck yourself."

His jaw flexed.

He stepped toward .

I stepped back imdiately, hand reaching for my phone on the couch.

Before I could grab it, his hand clamped around my wrist.

"Let go of !" I struggled, but he pulled toward him, not rough enough to hurt , but firm enough to make it clear he wasn’t letting walk away from this.

He pushed backward until the back of my legs hit the edge of the couch, and then he guided down until I fell onto it. Then he pinned there, one hand on my wrist, the other braced beside my head, caging in.

His face was inches from mine. His breath hit my cheek. His eyes were dark and furious.

"Say it again," he growled softly. "Look in the eyes and say I was just a fuck toy to you, princess."

My lips trembled. How could I possibly say that lie again when he talked to like that? When he looked at like he was going to drop dead if I should hurt his feelings again. "I..."

"And say," he continued, voice even lower, "that you wouldn’t have let touch you if Paolo had paid attention to you."

My throat tightened.

My chest heaved.

I tried to look away, but he grabbed my jaw gently and made face him.

"Say it," he whispered.

I couldn’t.

Not because it wasn’t believable. But because it was the exact opposite of what I really felt and he knew it.

His eyes softened the second he realized I couldn’t speak.

Then he leaned down and kissed .

Full on the lips. Hard. Desperate.

I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve slapped him. I should’ve scread.

Instead my hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer like I needed the kiss more than oxygen. I kissed him back until my lips hurt, until my chest burned, until I hated myself for giving in so easily. Until I hated for letting his charm work on again.

When I felt the mont he had ... when I realized he had just taken back control of everything, I reached one hand upward and I slapped him.

His head jerked to the side. He didn’t move for a second.

Then slowly... he smiled.

Not mocking.

Not arrogant.

Not cruel.

A real smile. He reached into his pocket.

And then, he pulled back away from and he went down on one knee.

I froze completely.

"Reina," he said, voice steady, serious, nothing playful in it now, "I love you."

My heart dropped.

"This isn’t so ga. It isn’t so mistake. It isn’t sothing you imagined or blew out of proportion."

He opened his hand. A ring sat in his palm.

"Leave my son," he said quietly. "And choose ."

My breath left my body. My heartbeat stopped.

My vision blurred again, from shock this ti, not tears.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.