“Which proves what an asshole you really are.”
“In your opinion.”
“Probably in everyone’s opinion, but they’re so scared of you they don’t call you out in front of your face but behind your back I’m guessing the knives are out.”
“You know me so well already, angel. We will be very happy together.”
I fall silent because I hate how this conversation is going.
I turn my attention to the food and after I finish, I state simply. “Shopping. I’m going to get my supplies.”
“If you insist.”
He jerks his head toward the bathroom. “Go and change; I’ll arrange for my car to be waiting at the door.”
“I can walk. It’s a city.” I snap as I head toward the bathroom, and as I slam the door behind me, I lean back on it and attempt to still my beating heart.
Fuck. Why aren’t I more horrified at the prospect of marrying Simeon Ravera? There are worse things than being attached to a human god, I suppose, and I may be able to work on his personality.
With a deep groan, I push off the door because there is no way on this planet I will ever agree to be his wife.
CHAPTER 15
SIMEON
Why is this woman so difficult? Anyone would think she’d be grateful after what she went through, but no. She is acting as if I’m the devil incarnate, and I suppose she has a point.
We arrive at a smart dress shop not far from the hotel and, as always, we head inside under an aura of dark menace.
After advising the other customers to leave, my men place the closed sign on the door and protect it from outside, under instructions to guard every entrance, just in case anyone else rates their chances.
“Is this really necessary? The poor woman is terrified.”
Alice hisses under her breath as she flashes a brilliant smile at the rather concerned looking shop assistant.
I’m positive the concern is due to the immense bruising on Alice’s face, and I die a little inside. I have never struck a woman and never will, and yet it’s pretty obvious everyone who sees Alice believes I’m the aggressor.
I don’t like it. I hate the judgment in their nervous smiles and am fighting the urge to explain it wasn’t me to anyone who will listen.
Alice peruses the rails while I take a seat, flicking through my phone, more as a distraction than anything else.
Jack is keeping me updated because shit got real pretty damn fast back at the airfield and massacring an entire plane full of scum will have consequences.
I must give the pilot a bonus for his quick thinking in aborting the take-off. He would have seen our cars and had confirmation from Jack’s message on his phone. I admire his bravery and congratulate myself on recruiting the best and dash off a text to Jack to arrange full payment for his services.
Alice slips into the changing room armed with several outfits, and I briefly wonder how much money Sister Agatha allowed them. As far as I know the sister’s inheritance hasn’t come through and their allowance is currently being controlled by their wrongly named stepmother.
The assistant disappears into the room with Alice and I resume my scrolling, dashing out a quick text to my guard who is acting as my second in command in Jack’s absence.
With a smirk, I carry on scrolling, wondering how long it takes for a woman to choose a freaking outfit.
It’s not something I’m used to. I don’t hang around women’s dress shops, and now I know why. It’s boring as fuck, and so I call Jack for an update.
“Boss.”
“What’s the situation?”
“Officials paid off, bodies secured on the plane and currently hovering on the edge of the hold over the Pyrenees.”
