Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“You don’t want to marry me. Why can’t we come up with some kind of deal we could both benefit from?” Adele asked.
Now Enzo was intrigued. “A deal?”
“Yeah, you want to get married, and I don’t. You want to pay whatever debt Hank has over you, and I couldn’t give a shit about the man. I want to live my life, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to be chasing me around. I’m the illegitimate daughter of a capo, how is this even fair?”
“Hank has all my respect,” Enzo said. “I have no problem marrying his daughter.”
He was enjoying his time with Adele. It certainly wasn’t boring, and he’d been to enough social gatherings to know the difference between her and the women of his world.
“But I have a problem marrying you. I’m sure you have a ton of women who would fall at your feet. I’m not one of them. How about we get married, but it’s like a business contract?” Adele asked.
Now he was curious. Adele did surprise him.
“I’m listening,” he said, stepping into his penthouse suite, and going to his kitchen. He opened up the fridge and took out a bottle of water. “Drink?”
“Yeah.”
He threw a bottle of water for her to catch. Much to his surprise, she did. Enzo watched as she unscrewed the cap and took a large sip. He couldn’t help but admire her neck as she took several swallows. He imagined her on her knees as he fed her his cock. How her neck would spasm as he thrust hard and deep, spunking into her mouth, and making her swallow every single drop.
Fuck, he was getting hard just imagining it.
“So, how about we elope, go to Vegas or something? Get married, and then you live here and you can sleep with whoever you want, do whatever you want, but I get to go back home and live my own life. We promise never to darken each other’s doorsteps again. Your debt is paid in full, and no one has to know.”
“That’s not going to happen, Adele. You and I both know that is not how this works. However, I am intrigued by a deal.” He took a sip of his water.
Her shoulders had already slumped.
“I guess you consider your deal a better one?” she asked.
“How about we get married, make it a whole big deal? You become my wife in full, and you get to rub it in your father’s face.”
“No,” Adele said.
This did surprise him.
“You don’t want your father to live with what he doesn’t have?” Enzo asked. “You’ll be my wife, by my side. He’ll get to see you, but you don’t have to talk to him.” That wasn’t quite accurate. She’d have to talk to Hank, especially if he demanded it.
“Hell, no. Do you think I’m stupid?”
Enzo stared at her. He had hoped she wouldn’t be too wise to his offer.
“Either way, Adele, you’re going to be my wife, so we better find an offer that’s suitable to you.”
Chapter Four
“You do realize I have a job and a life?” Adele asked the following morning.
Enzo wouldn’t let her leave. He’d gone to bed, and she’d tried to stay awake as long as possible. She’d hoped to kick down the door, or figure out his code. Nothing worked. In the end, Enzo had gotten up, dragged her to bed, and literally kept an arm around her waist while he had fallen asleep. She had hoped to stop him from sleeping, but exhaustion had claimed her, and she’d been enjoying some sweet dreams.
Now, she was wide awake, sitting at Enzo’s dining room table, enjoying a morning cup of coffee and a bowl of sweet cereal. She never usually liked sweet cereal, but this one wasn’t too bad.
“Your job and life ended when your father asked me for a favor.”
“And let me guess, whatever Hank says, you jump at the chance? What kind of capo are you?”
She hoped insulting him would help him make the choice of getting rid of her. instead, for her trouble, she got a raised eyebrow. How did he do that without even trying?
“I’m already having the arrangements made,” Enzo said. “You’re going for a dress fitting tomorrow. We’re getting married at the end of next week.”
“What the hell? There’s no way anyone is going to marry us. Not when I’m kicking and screaming and telling everyone you kidnapped me.”
“Do you think you’d be the only bride to have a temper tantrum? Trust me, you’re not. There are women who cry, and some who have even refused to say I do, so their father does the talking, and trust me, they still have to get married.”
Adele tensed up.
“Sounds wonderful,” she said. “What happens to those women who fail to do as they’re told?”
“They’re disciplined.”
“Right, so if I don’t do as I’m told, you’re going to beat me?” Adele asked.