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This was going to be a problem.
"So, how does this work then?" I asked. "Am I going to get a set of concrete shoes if I disagree with you?"
One side of Alejandro's mouth curved up. "No. You will, however, have a guard at all times inside of the house, and four when you leave the house."
That was going to be a problem, too.
"I didn't agree to that," I said quickly.
"I didn't ask."
I wanted to slug the guy.
"Look," I said as I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the desk. "I have some things that I need to do, and I can't do them with a bunch of people following me around."
It would be nearly impossible.
"They will be discreet."
I sighed. "This isn't going to work."
"What isn't?"
"This marriage." I got to my feet and walked over to the window to stare out into the darkness. "There are things that I have to do, things I can't discuss. Things that will impact hundreds of lives if I don't do them."
"What? Not getting on the nightly news? Do you really think the lives of people on your Instagram will be impacted if they don't see you drunk and dancing in the fountain at the Governor's Ball?"
"Do you really think that is what this is about?" I snapped as I swung around.
"Seems like it considering how often you are on the news," Alejandro snapped right back.
I waved a dismissive hand at Alejandro. "That's just for show."
"Just for show?" The man's dark eyebrows rose swiftly. "Do you have any idea what will happen if the news outlets get wind of who I am? It's sure to happen if you continue flaunting yourself in front of every camera turned in your direction."
"Then why in the hell did you marry me?"
"No choice," Alejandro snorted.
Yeah, I knew that one.
My shoulders slumped as the realization of the impossible situation we were both in hit me. I walked over and sat back down in the chair across from Alejandro.
"Do you have anything to drink?" I asked. "Something alcoholic?" As much as I didn't like alcohol I needed it at that moment.
Alejandro got up and walked to a small golden and glass cart in the corner. He poured both of us a small glass of something amber colored and then brought them over to the desk, handing me one.
I took a small sip and then coughed as it burned its way down my throat. I pressed my hand to my chest, wishing I had asked for a glass of water instead. My throat felt as if I had just scratched it with a burning hot Brillo pad.
"Not used to scotch?"
I smiled ruefully as I shook my head. "Contrary to every news story ever written about me, I am not much of a drinker."
One of those dark eyebrows arched. "Oh really?"
I chuckled at the disbelief I could hear in his voice and stared down at the amber liquid, swirling it around in my glass. "Do you remember the night we met? The night in the club?"
Alejandro nodded.
