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My last date tried to rope me into a seance to contact his dead mother so she could “meet me and give her approval.” Needless to say, I never saw him again.
One, Dante was going to be my fiancé. Two, we might kill each other before we ever made it to the altar.
Fuck revenge being a dish best served cold; my motto has always been strike fast, strike hard, and strike true.
Whether I liked her or not, Vivian was my fiancée, and I was getting damn tired of hearing her name leave his mouth.
“Non osare farmi una ramanzina quando sono stata io a pulirti il culo da piccolo.” Don’t lecture someone who changed your diapers. “If you want to fire me, fire me. But I know there’s a heart in there somewhere, ragazzo mio. Use it and treat your future wife with respect.”
Vivian’s laugh evoked a strange sensation in my chest. Heartburn? Investigate later.
“I’ve barely seen you all week.” “Missed me?” Amusement lengthened his drawl. “As much as a sailor misses scurvy.”
“You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.”
“How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
“I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose. Control.”
“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to...” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” His voice turned harsh. “You”—thrust—”are”—thrust—”my”—thrust—”wife.”
“You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.”
I did, however, push his fish into his vegetables when he wasn’t looking and delighted in his look of absolute horror when he saw his food had touched.
extra coat of red lipstick for confidence. I should’ve put on two extra coats.
“Go on a date with me,” he said when I didn’t answer. “We’ll do anything you want. Even eat popcorn.”
“Are you sure this isn’t a ploy to stuff me with so much food I won’t be able to leave?” Vivian teased. Her shoulders relaxed for the first time since she arrived. I grinned. “Can’t confirm or deny, but if you want to stay, I won’t stop you.”
“Per te aspetterei per sempre, amore mio.” “Spero non ci vorrà così tanto.“
Vivian once told me about a Chinese proverb that said an invisible thread connected those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. I felt the phantom tug of that thread now, stretching between us and vibrating with the promise of something only fate could deliver.
She was my North Star, the brightest jewel in my sky.
“Impatient as always,” Vivian teased when we broke apart. Her face was flushed with pleasure and laughter. “We’ll have to work on that. Patience is a virtue.” “I never claimed to be virtuous, sweetheart. Sinning is more fun.” Another wicked grin. “As you’ll find out tonight.”
