Page 55 of The Sexy Enemy


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“Do you have a drinking problem, Miss Fiorenzo?” someone shouts.

“No, no. He’s joking. My husband is playing it up for you guys. He’s such a prankster,” I say into the speaker, my heart beating a million miles a minute. I can feel the embarrassment fester its way up my skin, burning as it grows.

“I’m joking, guys, just wanted to tease my wife for you,” he calls out through the security speaker. They all laugh at him as if he’s the funniest person in the world.

Asshole.

He buzzes me in. “Have a nice night, guys,” I say, waving as I drive through the gates, letting out a heavy sigh as I follow the driveway up to his grand villa.

Wow.

This isn’t at all what I thought he would be living in. Bachelors usually go for a penthouse right in the middle of the city, not a grand old villa set on gardens. It looks stunning as I come to a stop at the three-story villa. Moments later, an angry Alessandro comes marching toward me. Looks like I might be in trouble.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” he questions me.

“Moving in,” I answer.

He goes completely still.

“What did you just say?”

“I’m moving in.” I grin, loving that I’ve caught him off-guard as I step out of my car and make my way to the trunk. I press the button, it opens, and I reach for my suitcases.

“You’re serious?” he says, staring at me dumbfounded as I pull out my suitcases one by one.

“Don’t you think we should be living together if we are married?” I question him.

Those slate-green eyes narrow as he looks between me and the suitcases. “I assume you have more?”

“This is what I could fit in my car.”

His brows are still pulled together tightly as he continues to stare at the suitcases. “What are you playing at, Natalia?”

“Nothing. Like I was telling those nice photographers, I think husbands and wives should live together. I mean, you must want to be married to me if you haven’t signed those annulment papers yet,” I explain to him.

“And I told you I wouldn’t sign them until your family dropped out of the deal,” he answers angrily.

“Guess we’re at an impasse, aren’t we?” I say, shrugging my shoulders and smiling sweetly.

He glares at me. “And you thought showing up on my doorstep at night with a crowd of paparazzi, would get me to sign the papers?”

Yes.

He then bursts out laughing. “You seriously think moving in with me is going to force my hand on the annulment?”

He doesn’t need to be so condescending about it. I don’t answer his question.

“Or is that an excuse because you missed my cock?”

Wait a minute, what in the hell?

“Fuck you,” I answer quickly, making him chuckle. My cheeks heat at his crude words. Do not let him intimidate you, Natalia. He knows mentioning sex or the things we have done together will embarrass me.

“Please, I haven’t thought about that thing since, ever,” I bite back.

“Bet you’re thinking about it now.” He chuckles.

Urgh. I am. He’s a dick.

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