MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 22

Ann’s POV

Indecisive on whether to go in or not, I stand awkwardly by the door until Vince moves away.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop.

The incessant ringing of my phone stopped me from training; Tessa wanted us to meet. Aside from that, I thought Vince would be back within a minute or two.

When I didn't see him him, I decided to come and tell him Tessa wanted to see me.

I was about to knock when I heard her calling me a whore, and I stood rooted to the ground.

Vince’s face is contorted. He looks really mad, and I wish I could comfort him.

Not when he seemed embarrassed that I caught him arguing with his mother. Not when the topic of this argument is me.

I stroll in, debating on whether to say something or just get my towel and go back to my former room to take a quick bath.

After seeing how his features are tight with pure rage, I settle for the latter and move slowly to the closest to grab my towel.

“Are you heading out?” His question catches me off-guard, probably because I am surprised he knows what I intend to do or because he is the first to speak to me when I thought he wouldn't.

Plastering a small smile on my face, I turn to him and nod. “Tessa called.”

She is staying at a hotel not too far from here. I asked her to take my room, but she refused.

Vince spoke to Fernando on her behalf and he promised to offer her another position in his company.

She went back to LA and was only back two days ago, even though we hadn't seen each other because of my training.

I can't wait to tell her all about it. The excitement shoots through me each time I think about this whole thing.

I should be scared, but fortunately, I am not. Probably because of where I came from.

As a teenager living in that horrible shithole, I had always dreamt of becoming so bold enough to face Isaac Rossi. I envisioned drilling holes with bullets into him and Carter. But then it seemed like a dream come true, and now, Vince is offering that exact life.

But then I can't help but imagine what will be left after I have achieved that.

Vicente is staring at me intently. “Did you overhear our conversation?”

Obviously, I did.

“Yeah, but I didn't mean to. I just wanted to grab a towel and tell you about Tessa’s call,” I reply quickly so he doesn't get the wrong idea.

He called me a spy once, and I wouldn't want anything else to bring that suspicion back into his mind.

I am on the verge of returning my things to my former room. And I think it is my cue.

Vicente and I haven't slept in the same room since the maids helped arrange my things.

Most times, I imagined him being busy, playing the part of a Mafia boss, which makes me smile, but for two days now, I am beginning to think Vicente is actually avoiding sleeping in the same room with me.

There is only one bed, and that means one thing: we have to sleep on the same bed.

At first, it sounded absurd, but the truth is that we are married. But we don't need to be intimate with each other if that is what scares him.

“Why are you smiling?” His tone takes a new turn, making me glance at him with a flushed face.

“I'm so sorry,” I turn to the closet and grab the towel. “I didn't mean to smile. I just remembered something funny…”