“Good luck with that,” I mutter just as there’s a knock on the door.
“Mr. Antonov,” Dominick’s assistant says, “Mr. Morgan is here to see you.”
And speak of the devil …
“Let him in,” Dominick says, his voice tight.
“Gentlemen … and lady,” Kane says, strolling in. “I came to deliver the contracts to Dominick, but it looks like I get to see my soon-to-be fiancée as well.”
“I hope you get hit by a bus,” I deadpan.
Kane grins.
“We were talking, and we’ll agree to your terms,” Dominick says. “You can get in on the waterfront expansion, if you’ll agree to cut the marriage out of the deal. There’s no reason for you to marry Brielle.”
“There’s every reason to marry her,” Kane says. “For one, that was the deal that was made between our fathers.”
“Before your father went behind my father’s back and fucked the woman he was in love with,” Lorenzo points out.
“Is that what Maria said?” Kane tsks. “Let’s get one thing straight. My dad didn’t do shit behind your dad’s back. He got fucked up one night, and Maria seduced him. He didn’t even remember being with her until she came to him and told him she was pregnant. He tried to tell Giuseppe and Andrey that, but Giuseppe was too emotional and wouldn’t listen. So, he manned up and took the brunt of it.
“But Maria never stopped fucking around. She just made sure she didn’t get pregnant again. Meanwhile, my dad had fallen in love with my mom, and she got pregnant with Enrique, but it was too late, so she became the mistress. And because she loved him, she accepted it.”
Kane sighs and glances at Lorenzo. “Our dads were best friends, and he hated what it did to their friendship, but since he couldn’t fix it without making Maria look bad, he delved into the business, giving it damn near all of him. And he thought once the families were unified and blood was mixed, maybe things would be different. Until he died and you pushed his company out.”
“It was business,” Dominick says. “Not personal.”
“And so is this.” Kane shrugs. Then he turns his attention to me. “It’s time we’re seen in public. I’ll pick you up at your place on Saturday night.” He pulls his phone out. “What’s your number?”
I consider telling him to go fuck himself, but it will only create more animosity, so instead, I give him my number.
“I’ll text you,” he says before he walks out.
“I hate that fucking guy.” Matteo seethes.
“Yeah, well, you’d better learn to like him because he’s about to become your brother-in-law,” I mutter.
“I appreciate you meeting me.”
Theo smiles softly at me and reaches across the table to take my hand in his. “I care about you, Brielle, and I would do anything for you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, wishing I could feel something, anything for this man. On paper, he’s perfection personified,but unfortunately, he’s not perfect for me. And since I’ve agreed to marry Kane, I owe it to him to end things for good.
“I appreciate that,” I tell him, “but the reason I asked you to meet me is because?—”
“Princess,” a masculine voice says, cutting me off. “I was hoping to run into you, but I must admit, seeing you with your ex only a few days after I was buried deep inside your tight cunt isn’t what I was expecting.”
Theo’s eyes go wide at Kane’s crass words and then morph into something that looks a lot like anger. “Brielle, what’s going on?” Theo accuses.
“Kane,” I grit out as I stand and shove him away from the table. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Reminding you that you’re mine.”
“I’m not anyone’s!” I whisper-yell, then quickly lower my voice, not wanting to draw attention from the other patrons eating their breakfast at the country club. “And I’m especially not yours.”
“You sure about that?” he asks, stepping toward me.
He glides his fingers down my cheek and tucks a wayward strand of hair behind my ear, and a shiver races up my spine. “Because the other night, when I ate your pussy until you screamed my name, it felt like you were mine.”
