“Or just call me by my name.”
Massimo smirks. “Nah, I think I’ll call youmy wife.”
“You know, the more I get to know you, the more I don’t like you.”
“Now, I don’t believe that for a minute.”
“How…Whendid you even get in here?”
“I haven’t been here long. I know you close soon, so when I saw you helping that woman in the wedding dress, I took it upon myself to come back here.”
“Thank you for letting me know I need security back here instead of on the floor.”
“You think a security guard could prevent me from getting where I want to go?”
Letting out an annoyed sigh, I say, “Is there something I can help you with, Massimo?”
“I’m here to discuss your living arrangements.”
“What about them?”
“I have some men that can help you move your things over. I just need to know what works best for your schedule.”
I narrow my gaze on him. “Are you sure we need to live together?”
“It’s in the contract.”
I sit back in my seat and cross my arms over my chest. “So it seems,” I mumble.
I knew Massimo wouldn’t budge when it comes to living together, but I had to give it one last shot.
“I’m pretty busy up until the wedding…” Massimo sucks in a large breath like he’s gearing up to say something, but I add, “So I won’t be able to move everything in by then, but I’ll start getting the important things together.”
He lets out a long breath, and his stiff shoulders seem to relax a bit.
“Just let me know when you’re ready for me to send my guys over.”
“Tomorrow is fine.”
His eyes widen. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’ve already started packing so they can start moving my stuff into your place.”
Massimo eyes me warily.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I was expecting that to turn into another argument. I didn’t think you were going to be so… reasonable.”
“I mean, I can always make it an argument if you’d like me to.”
“No, I rather like it when we speak civilly with each other.”
“You make it sound like I’m a nuisance.”
“You have been.”
“Well, you haven’t exactly been the cherry on top of a sundae either.”
