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“No, Antonio,” she ended lamely.
“Good. A couple of things. Everything around the house, you can ask for Rosa’s help. She’s a godsend. She understands English better than speaking it. Armando can help if you can’t communicate. Cora sleeps in the room next to me. You can sleep in the adjoining room.” That thought sent joy through my veins, settling all my blood in my dick.
“Rule number two. You are not to leave the house alone. My men will be available to go out with you anytime you want. Mario and Franco are good men, and you can trust them.”
She looked baffled and worried at the same time. “Is Cora in any kind of danger?” she asked, rubbing the back of the sleeping baby in her arms.
“I don’t expect every order to be questioned, Divya. If I say you are not to leave the house alone, it means just that. This goes even if you’re without Cora. Capisti?”
I watched, satisfied with her hesitant nod of understanding.
“While we are on the topic, I hope you are single. Because no one is allowed to visit you unless thoroughly screened by the security team, and no one spends a night here.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
“Good.” I told myself the satisfaction humming in my body was simply because I had less screening to do.
CHAPTER SIX
ANTONIO
So, hot Miss Praan turned out to be a red hot liar. A spark of disappointment ran through me as I listened to Marco rattle out her history. I absentmindedly rubbed my hand on the leather arms of my office chair. I wished it was caramel coloured.
For a week, little Miss Divya Praan had been charming the entire household. It seemed that no one was immune to her coy looks, wild hair, and sassy walks. Did she think of me each morning before she adorned another sexy-as-hell short dress? I doubted that the effort was for Cora or Rosa, and it had better not be for any of my men roaming around the house. It should have angered me. Yet it only gave me pleasure.
Of course, I liked a good fuck like any healthy man. Before and after my marriage ended, I indulged myself frequently. Sex with Yuliya had been good. Really good. I loved women, but sex was something I chose when to switch on and off. It was never an inconvenience. But ever since Miss Praan walked into my office, I seemed to be constantly walking around with a hard dick and blue balls. A distraction that wouldn’t go away even after I found out that she had lied.
Divya Praan, only child of father Vineeth Praan and mother Eleanor Burns. Praan had been a software engineer, and the mother was a small-time shop owner of handmade clothing. They were a middle-class family, but that had ended when they had met with an accident, their car skidding off the roads on a stormy night and hitting a tree. Both dead on impact. That part of the story, although tragic, seemed to be true.
Interestingly, she had first applied to a fashion school in Milan and been accepted. But apparently, she had rejected it later on and moved here to Boston with her so-called lover, Adam Harris. This swine, a slimy fucker, from the look of his photos, had got himself a job in Boston, and she had followed. Second mistake. The first one was to even get involved with the mutt. Anyone who saw him could tell that he was a shitload of crap.
My connections in the financial world reaped extra benefits. Harris was also an avid gambler, and that’s putting it politely. He was under the illusion of being an expert in the stock market. It turned out that Harris had freely gambled away all of his girlfriend’s money and inheritance. The third and biggest mistake of all.
“It’s more like omitting some details rather than an outright lie.”
Marco’s open-mouthed gape told me my thoughts had spilt out of my mouth.
“Shut your mouth before a fly gets in.”
Marco shut his mouth. Concern played across his face.
“What?” I snapped.
“You okay?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Omitting some details,” Marco lets out a laugh. “I never thought I would see this day. But then again …” Marco gives me a sneaky look. “I’ve seen Divya. I can understand you bending some rules. Like not waiting for the background search first.”
I ignored what he was suggesting. “Divya? You’re very familiar.”
“She told me you are on a first-name basis.”
“Exactly. We are. That doesn't include you.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “We are friends. I like her. You, on the other hand, seem to have a one-track mind and being friends is not it.”
“Don’t be an idiot. She’s Cora’s nanny.”
