First husbands are doomed, because The Web needs insurance, and that only comes when a Sister takes her first mark.
Jade finishes cleaning and wheels the cart away.
“Next, I’ll introduce you to hot pot, but I can’t guarantee that will go as smoothly.”
“Hot pot?”
“Asian cuisine. It’s like…making your own soup. You choose what flavors the broth, which vegetables to use, and the protein.”
Feeling bold, I bring my foot to his clothed cock and arc a brow. “Protein.”
He blinks at me, his mouth falling open, but before he can say anything, his phone pings.
Grumbling, he pulls it from his pocket and frowns. “It’s my sister.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“She’s stopped by.”
“So?”
“With her kids.”
“And?”
“I’m not kid friendly.”
“Funny thing to say, considering you’re trying to become a dad.”
“In order to keep my inheritance,” he deadpans.
I nod and get up from my seat. “I take it you’ll be entertaining them on another level of the building?”
“I will be, but do think of me when I’m gone.”
“I always do.”
It’s not a lie.
FOURTEEN
Mateo
“Ah,what have I done to deserve this impromptu invasion?” I ask as I enter the fifth-floor den. My sister has already poured herself a drink, and if I had to guess, I’d say it’s her third of the day.
“Can I not just stop by for a friendly visit?” she asks.
“Not if you were born a Rossi.”
She winks. “Good point.”
My niece and nephew are already tearing up the room, causing incalculable damage to priceless heirlooms as their nanny looks on from the corner, her anxiety palpable.
“Why are you here?” I ask pointedly.
