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That’s what he’s concerned about? “She said she saw you when you were in Russia last week.”

He faces me again, his expression unreadable. “I did see her, yes.”

“And did you—you know?”

“Did I what,mi amor?”

Letting out a big breath through my nose, I can feel my nostrils flaring and my cheeks heating. “Did you have sex with her?” I say through gritted teeth, more agitated than I care to admit.

“No,” he says immediately without hesitation, his eyes steady on mine.

“How do I know you’re telling me the truth?”

He shrugs. “If you won’t take my word for it, you can ask her yourself. She knows better than to lie about something like that,” he says, so casually and self-assuredly that I almost believe him. “Mi amor.” He cups my cheeks, my body slightly trembling from the close proximity. “I do not want her or any other woman ever again. I want you and only you.” I feel a swarm of butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I’m going to need a lot more alcohol to get through this night still in one piece.

The conversation dies off, and he helps me out of the limo when we arrive at the estate. “We have pictures first, and then we will join the party.”

I cock an eyebrow at him. “Pictures?”

He smiles. “Yes, pictures. Were you not expecting that?”

I face forward as we ascend the stairs leading up to the front doors. “I just didn’t think of you as the sentimental type.”

“I’m not, but my mother is.” Of course this was his mother’s doing. “But I, too, would like pictures of this day.”

Yeah, sure he does.

We head out to the gardens just as the sun is setting and pose for pictures. I don’t think of myself as a model by any means, and I’ve never had any social media to post selfies on, so I’m unfamiliar with this and very uncomfortable. I can tell how frustrating it is for the photographer, but he’s being polite so he doesn’t get his head blown off by my new husband.Shit, my husband.I’m fucking married, and to none other than Alejandro Martinez.

“Now, how about, Señor Martinez, you kiss your bride?” the photographer requests in a thick Italian accent. No idea how that happened.

“My wife,” he corrects firmly, then turns toward me, placing his hands on my hips. He stares deep into my eyes, and I instantly feel my entire body relax. Even my face. His honey-brown eyes bewitch me and captivate me, coating me with a warm blanket of ease. “Mi amor,” he whispers, and one of his hands cups my face. It’s calloused and yet gentle. “My beautiful wife,” he rasps, leaning in.

My eyes naturally flutter shut as his lips near mine. They hover for a long moment, and I’m so close to grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and slamming his lips down on mine. They are much too enticing, and just thinking about them makes me weak in the knees. My head is spinning, and if it wasn’t for his dominating hold on me, I would be on the ground.

Finally, his lips caress mine, but just barely. I stand there as still as can be, hoping he gives me more.God, I need more. I want the hungry kisses he’s given me, the ones that claim me and make me quiver. The ones that make me forget who I am and what we are.

Without thinking, my hands slide up his chest and rest there as his lips press more firmly against mine. Tilting my head to one side, I silently beg him to further deepen it. Of all the times he takes my choices away and I loathe him for it, this one time I’m craving for him to take control and he holds back. Is he teasing me? Does he know how bad I want him right now? That I would let him take me right here and right now? Because fuck, do I want him to.

“Very nice. Just like that.” Yeah, and just like that, the photographer breaks me from the spell and bursts that stupid little bubble I continuously find myself in.

My eyelids fly open, and I stiffen a little in Alejo’s arms. Our lips are still together, and when he realizes something has changed, his eyes open as well. The gold of his eyes blaze into mine, setting my soul on fire. I can see how bad he wants me, how much he needs me. There’s no doubt he’ll have me withering under him soon. My resilience can only withstand so much, and his patience as well.

His head turns, and if looks could kill, the photographer would be choking on his own blood right now. Alejo knows that his voice is what broke up our little moment, and he is not happy about it.

After some generic pictures with Lucas and Benita, we head for the reception that is being held outdoors around the pool area and gardens. We step underneath the archway covered in ivy with fairy lights tangled around it, and I’m in awe, absolutely stunned. Stepping farther into the patio area, I stop dead in my tracks, needing to take a pause. It’s a breathtaking setting, and the sun has finally set. Flowers and candles litter the surface of the pool, and tables are set out with fancy centerpieces, similar to the arrangements from the ceremony. It’s all so magical, like a fairy tale. I feel like a fucking pixie in an enchanted forest.

“Do you like it, my love?” Alejo’s breath is hot against my ear, and it sends chills down my body. My nipples pebble, and my panties grow damp. He’s really making this hard.

I nod my head, still taking everything in.Fuck, I need a drink.

Irma

During the reception, Alejo forced me to mingle with a bunch of “important people.” Mob bosses, politicians, a couple famous people. I smiled and made polite conversation as I continued to consume more alcohol. I even laughed and began to feel a little vivacious.

Thankfully, we didn’t do any of the corny shit like the blindfolded groom pulling off the garter belt, or cutting the cake, or even the first dance. Nope, didn’t want any of that corny shit at all. I might like the attention, but I hate the spotlight.

As the night grows, I find myself leaning into Alejo’s touch and giggling a lot, the champagne starting to go to my head making me feel light and bubbly. Alejo is conversing with someone I think from Korea… or somewhere over there. I really don’t know anymore. All I know is that Alejandro smellssooooogood. Like,soooogood. Turning my face into his arm as I hug it, I take a big inhale and sigh. He smells like sexy cologne, a bit of man, and a hint of cigar.

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