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"YOU'RE STARING AGAIN," I SAY to Sukuna without looking up from my computer.
"I'm processing," he says.
I was the first to work this morning, but when he arrived, he stopped by my office for an update on my weekend and got far more than he bargained for. After I dropped the bombshell about Satoru and I getting married, he made himself right at home on the upholstered couch in the corner.
I glance over at him, reclined back with his hands laced behind his neck. He's wearing a tailored navy-blue suit, a light blue dress shirt with the first button undone, and white sneakers.
His Pink hair is styled with the top in curls and the sides trimmed into a tapered fade. And that deep voice has both men and women falling for him instantly, drawn in by his classic good looks.
"Don't be so dramatic," I scold him with a hint of a smile.
His electric brown gaze meets mine. "Oh, I'm sorry. How should I react to you getting back to town two days late and announcing that you're married?" He sits up straight. "Not to mention the bomb you dropped about Geto International being acquired. I'm not looking forward to sharing the news with Nanami."
I was right to assume my dad hadn't told anyone else about the deal. He's been going behind our backs for months, and if he were working with anyone other than the Gojo brothers, I'd be worried about the outcome.
After hitting send on the email I've been working on, I give Sukuna my full attention.
"I'll have you know this whole mess is your fault," I goad him. "If you hadn't encouraged me to let loose while I was in Vegas, I never would have entertained the idea of getting a drink with Satoru. Or several." I mutter the last part under my breath.
Sukuna chuckles. "It's about damn time you were spontaneous and let loose a little. I was concerned you forgot how to have fun."
"I don't think getting married to someone I haven't seen in fourteen years qualifies as a little loose. It was downright reckless. Which brings me to my complaint." I rest my elbow on my desk and prop my chin on my hand.
"Oh, I can't wait to hear this." Sukuna leans forward in his seat.
"You were wrong. What happens in Vegas most certainly does not stay in Vegas." I hold out my ring finger for emphasis.
He lets out a low whistle as he gets up from the couch. "It's even bigger up close. It must have cost a fortune," he observes, grabbing my hand to examine the ring.
Sukuna isn't wrong. The five-carat pear-shaped ring is surrounded by smaller diamonds that sparkle in the light. It's both stunning and elegant, and yet despite its size, it doesn't feel overwhelming.
I can't help comparing it to the flashy emerald-cut diamond Naoya gave me when he proposed. The thing got caught on everything because it was so bulky, and I didn't like the way it looked.
