“Daniella, anyone can see that Romeo is smitten with Nell. If you have any feelings for him, surely you would be happy for him,” an aunt says, but Daniella just fumes harder.
“No. He is mine.”
“Then you should have kept your legs closed,” slips from me, and I slap my hand over my mouth in shock.
“Says the woman whoring herself out to a man. He will spoil you, shower you in gifts and clothes, and then dump you like yesterday’s trash. It is what Romeo does. You are nothing special. You are one of many.” Her words hit me in the chest.
I know that what she saying is not true but fuck, I can’t help but question if that is what some of his family thinks. That I am with him for his money.
Of course they do not know about our deal, but the only money that he spent on me is the flight, via private jet, the accommodations, the clothes and?—
My thoughts stop and I realize she is right.
He is spending money on me. Okay, so we are not having sex, but fuck, it still looks bad. Also, what Romeo has done for me, has he done for anyone else? It is not like he will broadcast that he is paying a woman to be his date.
His reputation with the women is solid from what I have read. Surely this is not a thing for him, but he is rich; he has the money and means to shower different women with whatever he pleases.
Suddenly, I feel sick. I cast my eyes down to the young woman who is looking at me with sympathy.
“Thank you, but I think I need to go back to the hotel.” I pull my feet back, praying that they look half decent, so I can leave.
“Nell, no, please stay,” Renata pleads as the young woman dries off my feet.
Slipping on my sandals, I pick up my purse.
“God, Daniella, you can be such a bitch,” one of Romeo’s cousins snaps, but I keep my head down.
“Thank you for today,” I say to Renata, her frown saying that she is not happy that I am leaving.
Without saying anything else, I flee the salon, knowing that my treatment is paid for—by Romeo.
My stomach lurches, and I make my way back to the hotel. I ignore passersby, which is rude and I am not a rude person. I fight back tears that are trying to spill over.
I am not entirely sure why I am upset; it is not like we are dating, and once we get back to the mainland, I know that Romeo’s plan is to make up a story saying that we broke up but are remaining friends. All his idea.
He feels nothing for me. He is caught up in the whirlwind of this wedding, Hawaii and being here with a date… that he paid to be here with him.
Fuck, I am going to be sick.
Reaching my room at top speed, I slump down on the bed, kicking my sandals off, and sighing, grateful that my toenails match my fingers. Thank fuck.
I am going to have to go back before we leave to give that young girl a tip.
My body suddenly feels heavy, as tears fall down my cheeks.
It is silly that I let that cow get to me. She is nothing but a nasty bitter woman who threw away an amazing man. I may have only known Romeo for a very short time, but I can see that he is sweet, caring, and loyal. His respect for his family exceeds my expectations of a man.
Being around him makes me jealous of all those female characters that I read in books, who get that Mafia or biker man. Romeo De Massy is the epitome of a Mafia bad boy with a soft side.
Stripping from my day clothes, I have a quick shower before slipping into a set of satin pajamas, then slip between the cool sheets on the bed.
I huff, thinking it was Romeo that bought these pajamas for me. I can’t fucking escape it, can I?
A nap sounds good. I need to shut everything out from today. Not all of it, just the nasty words that are still jumbled in my head.
Hopefully when I wake up, I will be in a better mood, and since there are no wedding plans for tonight, I can lock myself away in here while Romeo goes and spends time with his family.
I sigh, sinking into the bed, as sleep takes me into a sweet, yet sexy dream.
