“I’m talking about the fact that you need a wife to get what you want. I’m willing to be that wife—temporarily, and under the strictest of conditions—if you’ll agree to give me what I want.” I shook my head. “Oh, no. No fucking way. I see what you’re doing here. I’m not paying you to fake being my wife.” Bianca rolled her eyes. “Give me a break, Enzo. I don’t want your money. Nor do I need it.” “Then I don’t understand,” I said, feeling—once again—completely baffled by a woman. “What could you possibly want that I could give you?” The smile that crept over those hellfire lips should have been
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