"There's something else," he says. "I won't allow you to keep a whore inside your home. It's bad for the image."
I grit my teeth. "She's not a?—"
"Make an honest woman out of her," he says.
It's my turn to become speechless.
"You finally found someone you like," he says. "Marry her."
"Are you serious?" I ask.
“We already talked about this,” he says. “The rumors circulating about you will ruin your reputation. And besides, this isn’t up for discussion. You selected a girl. I’m only asking you to keep her in your life.”
I can't see my boss right now, but I know exactly what's happening here.
This is a loyalty test.
I messed up, and now he wants me to blindly follow one of his commands.
The only problem is that I don't see it as a problem. Grace is going to hate me for it, but I can't wait to put my ring on her finger.
I can't wait to make her my wife.
11
GRACE
"Grace," a male voice growls.
I crack open one of my eyes to find Dante looming over me.
Flashes of last night reel through my head, and I jolt upright in bed. My skull smacks the headboard, and I wince, rubbing the sore spot as my eyes lock on him.
He watches me with quiet amusement.
"Come on, we're going out for lunch," he says, pushing his hands inside his pockets.
"Lunch?" I ask.
"It's past noon."
“Oh."
“Did you sleep well?" he asks.
I slept like a baby.
"Yes," I whisper.
"How do you feel now?" he asks.
The aphrodisiac made me uninhibited last night, but I unfortunately remember every little thing that happened. I remember him sitting in the chair, watching me.
A flush creeps its way up my cheeks.
"I take it the effects of the drug wore off?" he asks.
I nod, avoiding eye contact now.
