“Of course. Miss, I am going to have to ask you to leave.” The hostess waves her hand at the entrance, and Daniella laughs.
“Do you know who I am?” she retorts, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
“A spoiled brat?” Nell coughs, and I laugh not too quietly, which makes Daniella even angrier.
“Miss,” the hostess tries again, this time stepping closer.
They know that I hold more power over Daniella’s family, so I win this round, hell all of the fucking rounds. I am a De Massy for fuck’s sake.
I get what I want when I want it.
“Your mother will hear about this,” my ex snipes.
“I sure hope she does,” I reply with an edge to my voice.
She moves away finally, led by the staff, and I sigh, tightening my hand in Nell’s.
“I am sorry she interrupted our meal.”
“You dated her?” She holds her hand up to stop my reply. “Of course you did. I have seen the kind of women you have datedbefore, Romeo. I am not sure that your family will believe that you are with me.” Nell sighs, taking a sip of her wine.
“We dated for two years. I was planning on proposing, then I caught her cheating on me with a member of my staff. Not once have I gone back and I never will. Once my trust is broken, there is no going back.”
She looks at me for a time, like she is reading my thoughts. It is a little unnerving, but I let her have her moment because I need her to stick to our deal and accompany me to the wedding. I need to spend more time with her.
I have everything fucking crossed that this deal will lead to more than just a week with her.
Chapter Seven
Nell
I tug at the hem of my cardigan, my nerves getting the better of me.
I am waiting for Romeo to pick me up to go to the airport for our flight to Hawaii, for this family wedding I agreed to attend with him. After thinking of what he proposed to me, I read a book that had a similar plotline and it got me thinking that I needed something exciting in my life.
Keith’s cheating had left this mark on my heart, and I needed to erase it.
A black expensive looking SUV pulls into the parking lot of my apartment building, and I know instantly that it is Romeo.
Romeo De Massy drives in style.
He climbs out, looking like a model, dressed in jeans, a knit sweater, and sneakers. His hair hangs in unruly waves that I would love to run my fingers through, so I can tug on it while he devours me.
God, this man has me on the horny scale twenty-four seven.
I reach for my suitcase, but he rushes toward me, taking the handle from me with a smile that would melt the panties off any woman.
Me included.
“Morning. You ready for this?” He cups my jaw like it is the most natural thing in the world.
My eyes close from his touch and I know that I should not let my heart get involved with this man, but he is making it freaking hard not to.
“As ready as I will ever be,” I whisper.
It has been a week since our first date, and after the deranged Barbie was removed from the restaurant, we had a great time. We talked about things in our lives, but not nearly as much as I would have liked.
Romeo got called away to his club, something about a money situation, so he dropped me off at my place and left with the promise to meet up again. He kept that promise too, which gave him points in my book.
