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Did he really think so little of me?
We had a verbal contract, and since striking it, time had passed. Time in which I kissed him and caressed him and opened my thighs for him to stroke me there through my clothes.
I stroked him, too.
Did that mean nothing to him?
Did he really think I could do that with any man at any time?
“I will not marry a whore,” Wolfe said with dry resolute, still staring out the window.
In the rearview mirror, I could see Smithy, his driver, cringing behind the wheel and shaking his head. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to cry.
“Let me go, then.”
“Am I hearing an admission, Miss Rossi?”
“I will not defend myself in front of a man who does not deserve my pleas,” I said, as calmly as I could.
“Is he worth my wrath?”
“You don’t scare me, Senator Keaton,” I lied, ignoring the tears clogging my throat.
I liked him.
I did.
I liked that he defended me in front of my father, and that he offered me the freedom to study and work and leave the house unattended. I liked that he was at war with my family but didn’t put me in the middle of it.
I even liked that he didn’t want me to be his baby machine. Liked that he was agreeable whenever I decided to play nice with him. That the version of Wolfe I was going to get—the jerk or the sharp-tongued admirer—solely depended on my behavior toward him.
I liked how his body enveloped mine like a shield, how his lips scorched my skin, how his tongue swirled over my needy flesh.
“Yet,” he corrected, his jaw as hard as granite. “You’re not scared of me yet.”
“You want me to be scared of you?”
“I want you to behave for once in your miserable, bratty life.”
“I did not sleep with Angelo Bandini,” I said for the first time that evening, and—I promised myself—also for the last time.
“Shut up, Francesca.”
My heart coiled in the corner of my chest, and I swallowed the bitterness bleeding in my mouth.
When we arrived at the house, he rounded the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out and ignored him, pushing the front door open.
I was so mad I wanted to scream until my vocal cords tore. He had such little faith when it came to me.
Who had made him so hardened and skeptical?
Probably my father. There was no other way to explain the bad blood between them.
Behind me, I heard Wolfe instruct his bodyguards to stay out of the house, which was against protocol. He never went against protocol.
I rushed to my room, desperate to gather my thoughts and think of a way to tackle this. I didn’t stop to think that running away from confrontation may look to him like an admittance.
My only sin was sitting somewhere public with Angelo and telling him that he needed to stop texting me. That I wanted to give my future husband a fair chance.
