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“Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”
Matt blinks. “You’re fucking Raphael Visconti.” “Can you stop saying his full name like that? Sounds like you want to fuck him too.” He ignores me. “You’re fucking Raphael Visconti on his mega yacht.”
“My Queen of Hearts,” he rasps in fascination, more to himself than to me. “My beautiful demise.”
“If I drown, you’re drowning with me. If you burn, I’m burning too. Pick your route to hell, Rafe. The destination and the company are the same.” He makes a noise of anger. Grabs a fistful of my sopping ponytail. And then he makes me a millionaire.
“Get up. Shower. Shave. Put on something that doesn’t have an elastic waistband, and meet me in my car in twenty minutes.” “Can’t.” “Why not?” “Kim’s about to confront Kyle about stealing her goddamn house.”
“Because I love you,” he says simply.
His eyes search mine, something vulnerable dancing behind his serious expression. “Just tell me I have a chance, Queenie.” His thumb skims over my pulse. “That’s all I need to know.”
“Fuck, I think I’ve finally found a fetish: you spending all my money.
