CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

~ Stephano

“You okay?” Isabella asked, sipping her wine like everything was peachy.

“Need to use the restroom,” I muttered, already standing.

I didn’t wait for a reply. I slipped through the back of the restaurant, ducking Elvis’ view like a goddamn shadow. I couldn't raise any suspicion. The hallway was narrow and quiet, candlelight flickering against the walls like it knew what was about to go down.

And then I saw her. The curve of her ass. The sway of her hips. She reached the ladies’ room door. Her hand touched the handle.

“Has he fucked you?”

She froze.

Just like that, still as stone, breath caught,...