Page 19 of The One
I pinch my leg to make sure this is real and not some dream my mind conjured up to help me cope with being married to a monster.
Ouch!Definitely real.
I can’t believe this turn of events.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but for right now, I’ll enjoy being away from my overbearing father.
I glance around the cabin. Everyone is still seated as the jet rolls toward a nearby hangar. This is a small airport. Do the De Marcos own it?
My eyes land on the two brothers. They’re deep in conversation. Mateo’s finger glides over his lips as he listens.
Those lips. What I wouldn’t give to feel them on mine, just once.
Would his kiss be soft and sweet, or hard and demanding?
It’s never going to happen, but I bet it’s the latter. He’d leave no doubt in my mind who kissed me.
Mateo De Marco, like his brother, was born to be a man of power.
Just look at the duo! The way they hold themselves, tall with their broad shoulders always held back, it’s like they know they’re the most important people in the room.
And me?
Let’s not go there. I hate being nothing more than a commodity, something to be traded for maximum gain. Notmygain, obviously.
I wish I was powerful. Heck, it would be enough if I could live my life without others dictating my every move. But perhaps that’s for another lifetime.
Like always, my gaze fixes on Mateo, and my heart pitter-patters in excitement.
Argh.
He’s far too handsome.
He knows it, I know it, the entire female population knows it.
His expensive suit is tailored to perfection, but even that can’t hide the muscles beneath.
His dark hair is still slightly disheveled. I refuse to think about how it got that way. It was the wind, nothing else, right?
He must have had it cut recently. It’s shorter on the sides, with the top slightly longer, keeping the hint of curls.
Curls get the girls, isn’t that what they say? It most certainly works for him.
He turns his head, and our gazes collide.
My whole body jolts.
Acting like I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I drop my eyes immediately. My pulse drums erratically in my ear.
God, will this ever get better?
I fiddle with my seat belt and eventually manage to release it as the plane stops and everyone on board rises.
I stay where I am though and stare out the window, watching the men disperse into a fleet of cars. The two brothers and their right-hand men are standing huddled in a circle before splitting and jumping into separate vehicles. As soon as the doors shut behind them, they speed off, a convoy of cars right behind them.
Now what?
I scan the plane. Everyone seems to have left.
