“What’s your favorite?”
“Both. I can never choose. So I always…buy both.”
He bows his head and takes one of each, placing it gingerly on one of the glass plates. “Would you like to go explore today? I know we didn’t get a chance to roam yesterday, but I think?—”
“Yes,” I immediately blurt out. We’ve been in Prague for two days, and I haven’t leftthis hotel room yet. I’d hate myself if I didn’t go out and explore just once and when am I ever going to be here again?
“What’s the number one thing you wanted to do when you got here?”
“I didn’t have one. I wanted to see it all.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.”
I watch him pour himself some coffee, taking it black when he brings it to his lips for a sip. “You didit, didn’t you?”
His light greens slice up to me, his lips hovering over the edge of his white mug. “You’re going to need to be a little more specific, Meirna. I’ve done a lot.”
“You donated the million dollars.”
Bronte doesn’t freeze up like he’s been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. He continues to take two other sips of his coffee before saying, “To what?”
“To my non-profit.”
Casually, he sets down his coffee and picks up the cherry danish. “When?”
“Bronte…” I warn because I just want him to come out with it.
“You ever heard of the term anonymous, Daydream? That means the person doesn’t want you to know.”
“How did you know it was anonymous?”
“Because you’re not asking me. You’re telling me. But you want me to confirm, just in case.”
“I do.”
“And if I didn’t?”
“You did.”
“Then what’s the point of asking?”
“I’m not. Like you just said.”
Bronte either really wants me to have a psychotic break or he wants to die because this time, he takes a long draw at his steaming coffee before answering me again. “Fine, Daydream. I did.”
Oh my God. What hasn’t this man done for me?
He met me first.
He had sex with me under the guise of his twin brother.
He’s been funding my non-profit organization.
He pulled me out of a possible loveless relationship, saved my financial future, and now he’s giving me until New Year’s to stay married to him while we’re on our honeymoon in Prague.
I’ve never had someone do all this for and to me before. I don’t know if I should file a restraining order or get on my knees and properly thank him.
So, now we’re giving out complimentary blowjobs for million-dollar donations?
