“Are you crazy?You don’t even know me!”
“I know that you need a fiancé, ASAP,” I countered, nipping her lips and causing her to moan.
“How do you even...?”She paused.Her glare deepened, growing a lethal edge.“You tricked me into telling you!”she snapped.
“No.”I reached for the velvet box beside her, pulling it open.“I used your body against you to get what I wanted.There’s a difference,amore mio.”
“I don’t care.I’m not marrying you.I don’t need you.”Her eyes flickered to the ring, and I was certain I saw a look of longing in her doe brown eyes.
“You need me, and you know it.”
“I won’t do it,” she insisted.“It’s bad enough that I let Domenico Romano’s son get between my legs.I won’t make things worse by pretending to be engaged to you.”She pried herself from my hold like I was vermin.
She hopped off the countertop.Her eyes flashed with fury as she pushed at my chest.She stormed past me, pulling down her skirt aggressively.
Her ass looked delectable in that skirt, and her hips swayed without effort.It made my cock hard.
“Your proposal is denied.Get the fuck out of my office.”
Chapter Four
Andrea
The tall, eerie gates of my father’s mansion swung open, making my heart pound harder against my rib cage.My car rolled into the vast compound, reducing in speed so I could take in the flawless surroundings.
The Rossi Mansion was a sweeping architectural beauty on a gigantic piece of land.With its polished white walls, tall, intimidating pillars, and large porch, it looked nothing short of a modern aristocratic home.I always wondered how it had been preserved through the generations.
The parking lot came into view, and I pulled over in a safe spot.I exhaled heavily, sadness washing over me, anxiety twisting into me.I yanked down the mirror in the driver’s corner, whipping out a lipstick from my purse.
That was when I saw it.
The black velvet box.Hesitantly, my fingers reached for it.I held it so tightly in my hand, I began tracing unconscious circles around it.
It’d been a week since I threw Luciano out of my office—a week since he crashed into my life and turned everything upside down, a week since I found out that he was the son of the man who probably had the most blood on his hands in Sicily, Italy, a week since he asked me to marry him.
I had been carrying the ring with me since then.At first, I convinced myself that it was because I didn’t want to discard it and would give it back to him when I saw him again.Who even said I was going to see him again?Then I Googled the price.
