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“Your skin looks dull.”
Exactly how i would expect her mother to act
My last date tried to rope me into a seance to contact his dead mother so she could “meet me and give her approval.”
It’s clear you don’t feel the same urgency we do, which is why I took matters into my own hands.”
AHHHHHH
One, Dante was going to be my fiancé. Two, we might kill each other before we ever made it to the altar.
Men like Francis would do anything to increase their social standing, including finding the balls to blackmail me in my office two weeks ago, right on the heels of my grandfather’s death.
Oh shit
Restraint didn’t come naturally to me. If I didn’t like someone, I made damn sure they knew it,
I didn’t give a shit if people like Cecelia wore such an outfit, but Vivian looked as out of place in the dowdy clothing as a diamond in a burlap sack.
I left the hacking to Christian,
Christian??
Marry Vivian, or my brother dies.
I find out you’ve violated my rules and contacted Maria again, I’ll kill you myself.”
Whether I liked her or not, Vivian was my fiancée, and I was getting damn tired of hearing her name leave his mouth.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’re not on the list.
HAHHHAAHHA
“Smart. Most people treat Dante like he walks on water.” Kai’s eyes sparkled. “He needs someone to remind him he’s mortal just like the rest of us.”
I’d set her up in the farthest suite from mine, and it was still too close.
“I didn’t realize you were so eager to share a bed with me.”
HA
The warmth of Vivian’s skin lingered on my palm until I closed my hand around my lighter and let the cold metal chase away the remnants of her touch.
“She seems like the practical sort.” “You met her half an hour ago.”
But even though I’d closed the door and was sequestered on the opposite side of the house from Vivian’s room, I still smelled the faint, maddening scent of apples.
But when I plucked it from the box and slid it onto my finger, I felt…nothing.
Heath Arnett. My college best friend. My ex-boyfriend. And my first love.
I dipped my head and brushed my mouth over hers.
FIRST KISS I REPEAT FIRST KISS
And why was it so fucking hot in the middle of October?
HAHAHAHAH
“Here I thought you only ate caviar and human hearts.” “Don’t be ridiculous. Caviar tastes awful with human hearts.”
Vivian’s laugh evoked a strange sensation in my chest. Heartburn? Investigate later.
“Plus, during meals, you’re anal about your foods not touching. You put the meat on the upper left side of your plate, vegetables on the upper right, and carbs and grains on the bottom. You did it at my parents’ house and on my first night at your place, before you left for Europe.”
She’s noticing these things about him hehe
“Who, exactly, is on your dream list of people to marry?”
We both froze, our eyes locked on where our bodies touched. The surrounding noise dulled into a muted roar, overpowered by the heavy thuds of my heartbeat and the sudden hum of electricity in the air.
“You make fun of me for my food choices but you’re pouring soy sauce over ice cream?”
What are these people doing...
His brow hitched at the chip in my hand, which I’d dipped in pudding and topped with a pickle.
Like ew
“Speaking of the party, you never told me who’s on your dream husband list.”
Hes never gonna drop it
She liked watching TV while cooking and said Dante had installed the kitchen’s small flat-screen for her when she started working for him.
The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries.
“What would you liken me to?” A dragon. Glorious in his power, terrifying in his anger, and magnificent even in repose.
I’d mentioned the party to him in passing only once, weeks ago. I couldn’t believe he remembered.
A man who remembers!!!!
Dante had taken over as CEO years before Enzo’s death, but his grandfather had stayed on as president and chairman of the board. Now, Dante held all three positions.
“Dante Russo, are you…jealous?”
“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.”
“Good. Take care of it the way we usually do. Make it clean.”
“The one who held Vivian at gunpoint? Leave him for me.”
“Are you hurt?” he demanded. He scanned me from head to toe, his expression tight.
I’d never killed someone. Yet. But I was really fucking tempted right now.
“Is for threatening my wife.”
AHHHHH HIS WIFE
She wasn’t my wife yet, but she was mine. No one threatened what was mine.
She’d told me earlier she was hostessing this year’s ball. It was a big deal, and I couldn’t stop a glimmer of pride from sparking in my chest.
In other words, he’d lost his childhood to his grandfather’s ambitions.
Thats so sad
“Then no one does it. You can support someone without fixing everything for them. They have to learn from their own mistakes.”
“It’s not about business.”
“How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
“Were you born with a smart mouth, or did your parents buy it for you after their first million?”
“Trust me,” I said quietly. “Of all the things you do to me, putting me to sleep isn’t one of them.”
