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One, Dante was going to be my fiancé. Two, we might kill each other before we ever made it to the altar.
“No, but they certainly don’t include ruining a nice dinner with discourtesy,” Vivian said coolly. “You should buy a nice set of manners to match your suit, Mr. Russo. As a luxury goods CEO, you know better than anyone how one ugly accessory can ruin an outfit.”
Whether I liked her or not, Vivian was my fiancée, and I was getting damn tired of hearing her name leave his mouth.
Not to show affection, but to dirty me up. To dominate and corrupt.
