Page 50 of Humility

ANGELO

Fuck me, she was stunning. Enzo had set up an entire wall of monitors to watch Jasmine’s house, and pathetically, I hadn’t moved from this room since Enzo dropped her off days ago. I took my business calls, ate, and slept on the couch while watching her every move and only left to shower. I’d even turned the storage area into a small closet. I was officially losing my mind.

I watched her now as she slipped out of her adorable jumper and t-shirt. With each layer she removed, my cock grew harder. This was torture. Jasmine was giving me the worst case of blue balls.

“You watching her,” Dario asked as he walked in and set the mail down on my desk.

“Yup.”

“Jesus, is she naked?”

I could hear the heavy breathing from across the room and knew Dario was as captivated as I was.

“We shouldn’t be watching this. It’s pervy.”

Ignoring Dario, I shivered as she tilted her head back under the shower and pressed her tits up in the air. I licked my lips, remembering how she tasted. My Tiger was as sweet as fresh honey drizzled on strawberries.

“Angelo?”

I jerked at the sound of my name and realized I’d leaned in until my face almost touched the screen.

“What?” I growled, not bothering to look at my friend or acknowledge the disgust I knew was on his face. “If you’re going to tell me to stop watching, you can forget it.”

“Fine, whatever.”

Jasmine stepped out of the shower, the water droplets like tiny gems on her skin. She picked up a bottle by the sink, and the corner of my mouth lifted as she drank two spoonfuls. Yes, this was what I’d been waiting for. While in her room, I’d taken the opportunity to look around and see if I could find any clues as to why or how she ended up here. I’d not only stolen myself a pair of her underwear—that was in my pocket, and I rubbed them like they were a fucking stress ball—but I also noticed she had Absolem. This was the first time I saw her take it, and the excitement grew in my chest as she changed and slipped under the covers.

“Tonight is the night,” I said.

“For what,” Enzo asked as he walked into the room, eating out of a bag of potato chips.

I’d hoped to get out of here before Enzo returned, but no such luck. “Tonight, Jasmine starts to fall back in love with me.”

“Us,” Dario and Enzo chimed together, making me grind my teeth.

I waved my hands at them. “Yes, us.”

“What exactly are we doing? You’ve been very secretive all week about your plan,” Dario said, crossing his arms over his chest. I knew he would hate this idea, but I didn’t care.

Striding to the closet to change for the night’s activities, I opened the door and stared at the clothes I’d stashed in there.

“We are going to go over to Jasmine’s house and make sure she has an amazing dream about us,” I said casually.

Dario narrowed his eyes at me, looking too much like the judgmental portrait on the wall. I made a mental note to get rid of the thing. I never liked it to begin with.

“And how exactly are we going to do that?”

I glanced between Enzo and Dario, then shrugged.

“It is as easy as it sounds. We go over there and pleasure Jasmine in every way possible.”

The two men looked at one another and then back at me.

“Just like that? Knock on her door, convince her to have sex with us, and poof, like magic, she’ll be in love with us again. Forget all the baggage and hurt and her fiancé?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Dario. We aren’t knocking. We’re taking what we want.”

The monitors showed her still awake, but she was yawning, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until she was under the power of the sleeping medication—my little godsend.