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“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sam complains to Victor.
“Yeah,” Victor confirms. “Almost as much as knowing you could hear Gia screaming for more of my cock last night so loud that it echoed all through this mausoleum of a house you live in.”
“Victor! I did not!” I cry, completely mortified. If I could somehow make the ground swallow me up right now, I’d be happy.
“I’m afraid you did, Angie. My staff is still talking about it.”
“You’re lying,” I pant, struggling for breath as I look up at Sam in disbelief.
“Afraid not,” he says, making Victor laugh again. I decide I don’t want to hear him ever laugh again and proceed to kick him under the table. Sadly, that doesn’t seem to faze him.
“Don’t we have important matters to discuss like this whole fake wedding so Victor and I can return home? I miss my house and very informal dining room.”
“Angie, you don’t have a dining room. Hell, you don’t even have a table. You have a breakfast bar and still eat while sitting on the couch.”
I look at Sam and smile. “Exactly.”
I feel Victor’s gaze on me and brave a look. All I see is approval. It makes my heart squeeze in my chest. This man is going to kill me.
“Speaking of the wedding. I think if we’re going this far to prove that you are under the DeLuca family, you need to move to my house when we return home. Don’t worry, I don’t have a formal dining room either, Kitten.”
I curl up my nose in dislike. “Um… Victor, you live in an open loft downtown. Only the bathroom is closed off.”
“So?” he asks, not understanding me at all.
“I hate your place. I’m not living there.”
“We could always go back to my original plan,” Sam states cheerfully. “You can marry me and live here.”
“Fuck no,” Victor growls.
“I’d rather die,” I snipe.
“Well, that seems a little dramatic,” Sam pouts.
“I don’t agree,” I huff.
Victor reaches over and squeezes my hand, grinning like an idiot. I roll my eyes.
“We’ll house shop when we get back to Florida. We have to anyway because I’ll be moving into my new position in the family. I’ll want a place closer to the office building.”
I stare at him. “House shop?”
“Of course. That way, you can find a house you like.”
“I don’t need to like where you live, Victor.”
“We’ll be living together,” he reminds me.
“Okay, but shouldn’tyoulike your house, too? That means your needs for a place should come first.”
“Kitten, if we’re in bed together every night, I will love it.”
I shouldn’t be swayed so easily, but I’m just too joyful to do anything other than grin at him like a loon. Still, I need to be cautions. “Are you sure it’s not too soon for us to live together?”
Victor does that laugh again, the one that makes my tummy feel weird. “Gia, we’ve been fucking living together practically since the day I moved you into where you live now.”
“Oh, yeah,” I admit. He squeezes my hand again and I squeeze his back.
