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I’m fucking engaged.
How the hell did that happen?
I knowhowit happened—I proposed to her. Once Mia said yes, I dropped her at home. It took some willpower not to fuck her beforehand. But I said I’d give her one night to say goodbye to her old life, and I have.
Do I think she’ll change her mind?
No.
Tonight, after she finishes work, movers will arrive, pack her things, and move her to my penthouse. Mia will then live with me as my fiancé for the next six months. Or however long it takes for me to learn if Carlos was part of the Italian mafia...and a lead.
She’s the key to getting to the top echelon of the Mancini family, which has evaded Nathan these past six years.
I’m confident Mia bought into my motivation in agreeing to the fake engagement. Sex and money. I’m a man with needs, and after our explosive evening together and the chemistry clearly still alive between us, it made sense that’s what I would want from her.
And while there’s a small part of me that feels like an asshole, I do want to fuck her.
So that’s not a lie.
Knowing Mia has given me access to her pretty wet pussy whenever I want it is a fucking turn on. Tonight, she’s all mine, and that’s one part of our deal I won’t have trouble faking.
Being a fiancé and husband? That might be a little more outside my comfort zone. I’ve never been in a relationship before, and while it doesn’t look like brain surgery, we’ll both need to be alert and make sure we look like we’re in love.
As for Mia achieving her goal, I don’t have high hopes for her.
She seems almost too innocent to have come from a mafia family. Then again, Nathan said her mother protected Mia most of her life, and she has been off at college. Now, working for Donna. It’s about as far removed as any mafia family member could get. Now they want her back, and she wants her independence.
And she’s clearly willing to do quite a bit to achieve it. Such as marry me, hand over her trust fund, and fuck me for six months.
Thing is, once she divorces me, her father will bring her back into the fold and marry her off to whoever he wants.
Which is not my problem.
I focus back on the sweet smell of revenge and formulating a plan. Today, I’m getting everything lined up for our fake engagement announcement and buying Mia a ring.
“That everything, Mr. Barrett?” my secretary, Lilly, asks.
She’s been with me for over five years, and while she doesn’t know my secrets, Lilly is reliable and trustworthy.
My public relations manager, Tim, leans his hip against the sofa, arms crossed with one hand rubbing his jaw.
He knows something isn’t right.
Too fucking bad. He’s not getting any information.
I canceled all my meetings this morning and pulled them both in for a briefing. Mack stands near the door—his usual spot, if he’s not taking a break.
“Yes.”
“Okay, so I’ve got on my list here to make sure the flowers are sent to Ms. Mancini at Bloom Events by ten. And the movers need to meet her at her apartment at five this evening. I’ll have Harry Winston present rings to you at midday today.” Lilly glances at Tim. “The media team will ensure nothing leaks until we’re ready to send out the press release tomorrow morning.”
