|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜
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Dark mysterious eyes.
Fierce blazing eyes.
Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage.
While trying their best to ign...
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"Will you turn that off?" I snap, eyeing the device in her hands.
She lifts her head with an eyebrow quirk, glaring at me.
"What?"
"Your keyboard thingy," I explain, glaring at the phone in her hands. "it's making a lot of noise."
"Talk to me nicely and I'd do it," she replies, crossing her legs which makes her whole thigh in view because of the slit.
"What?"
"Okay let's set some rules." she quips, trying to face me without our thighs touching since I'm taking half of the space on the chair.
"Rules?" I echo, copying her actions, which makes our knees graze each other.
"Yes rules." Isabella clears her throat, shifting back, making her back hit the door.
"Let's hear it."
"You speak to me politely, you do not snap at me, or bark orders at me. I'm your wife and I deserve respect."
"You're still my fiancé, not my wife."
"What?"
"There's a difference between fiancé and wife, you sh—"
"Jesus Christ Valerio," she rolls her eyes, her lips turning down in a frown. "Is that the only thing you picked up from all what I said?"
I press my lips tightly together, holding back any rude comment that wants to slip out.
The car slows down, coming to a halt and I look around to find ourselves in front of the hotel.
Here goes nothing.
I step out of the car, walking round the back to get to Isabella's door, opening it and taking her hands in mine before we walked into hotel.
The gala held in this hotel means nothing to me; if not for one of my important client who was attending, I'd be at home preparing for my wedding that was coming up in two days.
Stepping into the hall, I notice that there were five dozen guests max, encompassing a mix of creative and high society types who all milled about the stark white space, talking quietly over glasses of champagne.
My eyes roam through the people, before landing on Mr Steele, the reason for my attendance in this charity gala.
I start to make my way towards my target, until Isabella pulls me back.
"What?" I ask irritated, frowning at her hands holding my bicep.
"We just got in here." she says as if that's meant to explain everything and when she sees that I didn't respond, she continues. "People noticed us step into the hall Valerio, but if you make your way to a potential client, what does that make you?"
