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“Nope, complete memory loss.”
“Lucky for me, my wife just moved in, and every night I can remind her of how much she likes begging for my cock.” He smirks.
I’m moments away from punching this man.
Then he takes a step toward me.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, pointing at him.
“Come on, wifey, your husband has had a stressful day at work, he needs a release.” He moans as he continues to move toward me.
“Get away from me,” I tell him as I step back. He wouldn’t do something, would he? He is a Conti. Your brothers warned you.
“Ah, don’t be like that, babe, not when you went to so much trouble organizing your photo op arrival at your new husband’s house,” he teases.
“You’re an asshole,” I yell at him as he takes another step toward me. My back hits the car behind me.
“And you’re so far out of your league, princess. This little stunt isn’t going to get me to annul our marriage.” He laughs darkly.
Fuck.
This is going to be harder than I thought. You need to be stronger, Nat. Nothing he can do or say will make you back down. You are all in on making his life hell, do not let him take control and rule yours. I breathe in deeply and center myself, putting all my yoga and meditation training to good use. Nice, easygoing Nat is not going to work here. You need to channel some of Allegra’s bitch energy. Be like Allegra.
“I know, you’re a lot smarter than that,” I tell him.
Alessandro pauses, those slate-green eyes narrow on me. “Then what the fuck is all this?” he questions me.
“Married people are supposed to live together,” I explain to him.
He lets out a frustrated sigh. “We know this is bullshit, but continue to enlighten me with your ideas.” Sarcastic asshole.
“Don’t you think everyone will think it’s strange that we aren’t living together? Especially after we declared our love for each other.”
“After you declared your love, not me,” he retorts “What I don’t understand is, what do you gain from telling the world we are in love?” What I gain is a chance to take you down. “That reminds me, I need to call Francesca and give her a piece of my mind about that article.”
“You know Francesca?”
“I’ve known her most of my life, she’s Nico’s cousin,” he explains.
He’s known her most of his life? Why the hell did she not tell me that when we were doing the interview? Have they slept together? Have they ever dated?
“Who is Nico again?” I ask.
Alessandro rolls his eyes and huffs as if my questions exhaust him. “He’s my best friend, actually, he’s more like a brother to me. He was there in Vegas.”
I don’t remember him. I’ve blacked out a lot of Vegas.
“He’s on his way over as we speak.”
I still.
“Why?”
“Because Sunday nights are guys’ night.” He smirks.
Mental note about Sundays added. “And you want to play with the strippers without your wife interfering,” I bite back.
His eyes widen. “Wow, that’s where you went? You think that’s what happens on guys’ night?”
