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“You’re a fool if you think I’m just going to accept you as a husband.” I folded my arms over my chest.
Wolfe considered my words gravely, his fingers traveling near my ankle but not quite touching it. I’d kick him if I didn’t think he’d enjoy my anger even more.
“The notion that you can touch me or what’s mine in any way, other than sucking my cock whenever I’m generous enough to allow it, amuses me. Why don’t we get to know each other over dinner tonight before you make any more declarations you can’t back up? There are some house rules you need to obey.”
Lord, I wanted to hurt him so badly it burned at my fingertips.
“Why? Because I’d rather eat rotten fruit and drink sewer water than have a meal with you,” I snarled.
“Very well.”
He produced something from behind his back. A simple white calendar. He reached over and placed it on the nightstand next to me.
It was a nice touch, after giving me the watch that felt more like a shackle than a gift.
When he spoke, he looked at the calendar, not me.
“It takes twenty-one days to form a habit. I recommend you make me a pattern of sorts. Because come August twenty-second,” he announced, rising up from the bed, “you will be standing at the altar, promising me the rest of your days. A promise I intend to take seriously. You’re a collected debt, a retaliation, and, quite frankly, pretty decent arm candy. Good night, Miss Rossi.”
He turned around and sauntered toward the door, kicking aside the curtain on his way out.
A short hour later, Ms. Sterling arrived with a silver tray containing squashed, rotten-looking fruit, and a glass of water that was freakishly gray.
She stared at me with crushing misery that made her already wrinkled face appear even older.
There was an apology in those eyes.
I didn’t accept it or the food.
Chapter
Three
WOLFE
Fuck.
Shit.
Cocksucker.
Asshole.
Clusterfuck.
Nutsackdouchebagbuttfuck.
Those were just some of the words I could no longer allow myself to utter, in public or otherwise, as a senator representing the state of Illinois.
Serving my state—my country—was my only real passion. The problem was, my real upbringing was quite different from the one portrayed in the media.
In my mind, I cussed.
A lot.
And I especially wanted to swear right now when my bride had exasperated me to no end.
Eyes the color of crushed wildflowers and glossy, chestnut tresses so soft they were practically begging for a fist to wrap around them and pull.
