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“Calm down. I’m almost ready.” I tuck the phone inside one of the bathroom drawers in the far back and then bring the rest of the bags out, tossing them on the chair beside the bathroom door. “Happy?”
“No.”
“No?” Damn, insulting much? At least the asshole’s being honest.
“But you’ll do.”
“Sorry, your great handsomeness, but there wasn’t any makeup in the bags.”
He slides his arm around my waist and drags me to him, tipping my chin up with his strong hand, fingers caressing my skin. “You look beautiful, even if you hate me. It’s your outfit.”
“What’s wrong with it? It’s fashionable.”
“You’re showing too much of what’s mine.”
“Showing too much?” He presses his hand to my bare stomach. I zipper the hoodie.
“Better?”
“Much.”
We walk downstairs together, and Vivian’s waiting with a grin spreading on her face. “Oh my goodness. I love that look on you. I had no idea you’d match that together. Wow, sexy as hell, and your long curly hair up in a ponytail only adds to the hotness. I’m surprised he let you walk out of the bedroom.”
“Vivian,” Gio snarls.
“Viper, be nice to your brother.”
“I am. Now, come along. I’m still hungry, and we need to eat.” She flips off her brother and takes me by the arm, looping her arm around mine and walking me into the kitchen.
“So, are we going to talk about the miserable look on both your faces?”
“No.”
“Come on. It couldn’t have been that bad, could it? Never mind—I don’t want to know. He’s my brother.” She sticks her hand down her throat, pretending to gag. I chuckle and shake my head.
“It’s complicated.”
“You know what we already spoke about.”
“Yes, I do, but it’s different, and trust me when I say don’t make this something more than it is. Gio and I aren’t meant to be. Perhaps one day he’ll see that, and I’ll be able to leave.”
I stand up to walk out because I’m truly not hungry. When I turn to leave, I slam right into my husband’s chest. I swallow hard because the cold look in his eyes couldn’t be clearer. Not only did he hear me, but he also knows I’m right.
“I thought I told you to eat.”
“I’m sure I said I wasn’t hungry.”
“Vivian, will you excuse us?”
“Sure, but don’t be fucking on my counter. That’s for Matteo and me.”
“Eww.” He shrugs away the disgust of picturing his sister while she laughs. For a brief minute, I can forget my pain and see the sweet familial bond. She leaves the room and that safety barrier is gone.
When his eyes return to me, the harshness is back. “Wife, get something through that pretty head of yours.”
I look into his terrifyingly handsome eyes and forget myself. “What? A bullet?”
He grasps my chin, rage boiling with every word that falls from his mouth. “Don’t ever speak like that. I understand that you hate me when I’m not making you come, but I won’t let you out of this marriage no matter what bullshit you try.”
