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“I forget how young you are.”
“It doesn’t matter. I need to go. Zoe and I are spending the day at the beach tomorrow.”
“Have fun. I’ll talk with you tomorrow.”
I can’t wait.I think sarcastically. “Goodnight, Niko.”
“Good—” I click off my phone before he can finish. It’s probably childish, but I don’t really care. He already thinks I’m a naïve child anyway.
I stare at the contract again and although I want to rip it up, I pick up the pen beside it on the nightstand and sign it.
Screw it. Who am I fooling? I never had much of a choice anyway. I was always going to marry Niko. I never had a choice for several reasons—including the fact that I secretly want to.
I just hope I don’t regret it.
CHAPTER20
Niko
“Did you have fun tonight, Emilia?” I ask as I settle beside her in the limo.
“It was nice,” she murmurs, making me frown.
She’s been a little distant all night. I wish I understood what’s going on inside that pretty little head of hers. She’s not talking though, and I’m left guessing. Understanding women has never been my strong suit. That’s why I’ve avoided serious relationships.
“Your father says you enjoy the orchestra.” God, I hope she does, otherwise I’ve wasted two hours of my life that I will never get back. I mean, I don’t hate classical music, but if you give me a choice on how to spend a Friday night, this wouldn’t be it. If it made Emilia happy, I could get used to it—if she showed me how much she appreciated my sacrifice…
“You asked him?” she asks, sounding surprised as she turns to look at me. I look at the black dress she has on that hugs her body. It’s strapless and has been driving me crazy all night. When my secretary gave me pictures of the dresses to pick out for Emilia, this was one of the first ones I chose. I knew it would be beautiful on her. The problem is, I didn’t realize how sexy she would look in it—or how fucking irresistable it would be to kiss her neck and bite the exposed skin along her shoulders. That’s the main reason I put my suit coat over her shoulders. I told her I didn’t want her to get cold. The truth was every man in the auditorium was eye-fucking her and I was getting tired of making notes of who I was going to have to kill.
“I’m getting ready to leave the country for a few days. I can’t seem to talk you into going with us, so I wanted tonight to be special.”
“You could have asked me what I would have liked to do tonight,” she points out.
“What would you have said?”
“I would have said I’d rather spend the evening at your place, watching a movie, and getting to know one another. Heck, maybe just eating takeout.”
“You’re a little overdressed for that, sweetheart.”
“Because you told me you were taking me to the concert. It would have looked weird to show up in jeans and a T-shirt,” she laughs, giving me her first real grin of the night.
“I thought women liked dressing up and going out.”
“I’m not most women.”
“I’ll make note. Although, I’m not sure it’s smart to take you back to my place.”
“What does that mean?”
“If I take you home, it’s going to be hard to keep my hands off of you.”
“I wouldn’t complain.”
“Not until my ring is on your finger, Em.”
She doesn’t reply, but I notice she looks down at her finger—her barren finger. I’ve failed there. In my defense, there was a part of me hoping Maxwell would change his mind about this wedding. I don’t know how to be a married man. Those thoughts flew out the window after a small taste of Emilia.
“Then, I guess, you should take me home.”
