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“You don’t drink,fratello. Especially not champagne,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering with amusement.
I pull at the tie on my neck. It would be poor fashion not to wear a tie to a black-tie event, which is the only reason it’s around my neck right now. But I feel like I can scarcely breathe with it on. It’s fucking pissing me off.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I say in irritation.
Carlo’s eyes roam the hall, before settling on Daniella on the other side. She’s talking to the socialite in charge of the donations. There’s a warm smile on her face. Her first this night.
“I can’t say it isn’t fun watching her rile you up. You need someone to help with that serious personality, Chris.”
I roll my eyes. “You realize you’re worse than me, right?”
“Yes, but I’m not the one that’s planning to get married in a couple of months,” he states. “Giovanni’s here.”
I raise an eyebrow at that announcement. He gestures to the open bar where the man is seated, nursing a beer in silence. “I thought he was in China for a couple more weeks.”
“He came back early. You need to go talk to him.”
My breath comes out in a sharp exhale as I nod. Daniella chooses that moment to return. Her eyes are much lighter now and she’s calmer.
“Hi, Carlo,” she greets my brother.
He offers her a half-smile.
“I need to go take care of some business,tesoro. Talk to Carlo for a bit, okay?” I ask her.
I move to leave, but she grabs my arm. “I don’t know what to say to your brother,” she whisper-shouts. “We literally have nothing in common and he’s scary.”
I smile. “You’ll figure it out, Evans.”
My conversation with Giovanni is short and unproductive. He’s a stubborn, hard-hearted man that refuses to see reason. I’m running out of methods to strong-arm him into giving in to our demands. When I return to my fiancée and brother, they’re standing awkwardly side by side. Daniella’s sipping some champagne while Carlo’s gaze moves across the room like he’s searching for imminent danger. He’s always on edge. I might be bad but my brother doesn’t know the meaning of the word “relax.” When he notices me approaching, he nods once before stepping away and heading out of the ballroom.
Daniella’s staring at the couples dancing in the middle of the room and I smile when I catch some wistfulness in her eyes.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask once I reach her side.
“With you? Pass.”
I offer her a disarming smile. “Considering you have no other options, I’d reconsider that,tesoro.”
“Stop doing that. You can’t just look at me like that and call metesoroand expect me to just fall over and suck your cock.”
My eyes flutter shut as I swallow a groan. “Be very careful what you say to me, Daniella.”
The word “cock” shouldn’t be a part of the woman’s vocabulary. In fact, I’m going to have to ban it.
I’m not sure what expression is on my face, but her eyes widen when she sees the look in my eyes. Then her expression grows mischievous.
“Is this because I talked about sucking your cock? We’re going to have this conversation eventually, considering we’re getting married. What are we going to do about sex?”
I stare at her, incredulous. “I’m not doing this with you here.”
She shrugs. “I just thought we should be on the same page.”
“The same page?” I ask dryly. “Don’t worry, Evans. I won’t fuck you unless you’re begging for it. I won’t touch you, either.”
Now it’s her turn to get flustered. Her cheeks heat up, her face matching the color of her hair.
“Do you want to dance or not?” I ask again.
