Page 81 of Legacy
Adriana’s voice is cold again, her eyes on me.
“Sleeping arrangements haven’t been arranged yet.”
My jaw clenches so hard I may break teeth.
“Get out Nico,” I demand.
Nico glances at me before his eyes flick to her. “You’ll be okay?”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“Yes, Nico. Thank you, I can handle myself,” she answers him with that warm cadence again.
He nods at her and leaves. I hear the elevator chime and make a mental note to deal with him later.
“Sleeping arrangements?” I ask, a brow raised. “Thereareno arrangements. We’re married. You sleep with me.”
She scoffs. “Sit. I’ll tell you how this is going to go.”
She takes a seat and looks at me, eyebrow arched.
She’s playing with fire now. I take the bait. I sit across from her.
Our plates in front of us, the food smells divine, but all my focus is on the woman across from me. The one pushing my buttons and turning me on at the same time.
“Youare going to tellmehow this is going to go?”
She nods.
“You’re the one who set up this marriage. That means in five long years. No calls, no texts, not so much as birthday card then all of a sudden—marriage?”
She laces her fingers together in front of her. Her perfectly manicured nails as clean and sharp as her brows.
“Seems like onlyoneof us needed this arrangement, and it wasn’t me.”
She leans back.
“So, I have some stipulations.”
“Stipulations,” I echo.
“Yes.”
“Okay and then what? We negotiate?”
“Yes.”
I smirk.
She clenches her jaw.
“Alright…Adriana.Lay it on me, what do you want?”
Her eyes meet mine, sharp. Fierce.
“My own house.”
“You want a whole damn house out of me?”
