I murmur, "Let me turn the recording off."
 
 She freezes, her eyes wide. She bites her lip.
 
 "What?" I ask.
 
 Her cheeks flush. She asks, "Do you think we could watch it?"
 
 I can't stop my grin. I kiss her then state, "Let me turn everything off. We'll watch it in our new bedroom."
 
 I go to move her off me, but she stops me. "Wait."
 
 I arch my eyebrows.
 
 She leans forward, softly smiles, and declares, "I really do love you."
 
 "I love you, dolce. More than anyone on Earth," I reply.
 
 Her smile grows, but something about it appears sad. She reiterates through glistening eyes, "No. I want you to understand that I really love you, no matter what. My entire heart and soul belong to you. No matter what happens, please don't ever forget it."
 
 Alarms ring in my ears. I swipe my thumbs under her blues. "What are you worried is going to happen?"
 
 She opens her mouth then closes it, jerking her head away.
 
 "Hey," I say.
 
 She slowly refocuses on me. "Nothing. You make me happy, Massimo. I don't want it to change."
 
 I kiss her and tug her into my arms. "Nothing is happening to us, dolce. You're stuck with me for life, and nothing could ever change how I feel about you."
 
 "Promise me," she chokes into my neck.
 
 I tighten my arms around her. "I promise you. Nothing on Earth could ever change how I feel about you. And I'll die before I let anything happen to you. You're my girl."
 
 She clutches me, snuggling further into me.
 
 I rise and pick her up. "Let's get out of here. It's time I showed you our bedroom." I turn off the recording and microphone, carry her out of the playroom, and take her directly to our bed.
 
 Our bed.
 
 She's mine now and always will be.
 
 When I set her on the mattress, my only thought is that I finally have the woman of my dreams. Life is only going to get better from here.
 
 13
 
 Katiya
 
 Massimo'swarm body is wrapped around mine. It's like being swaddled in a cocoon, and I don't ever want to come out.
 
 I told him I lied about the employee handbook.
 
 Why did I admit that?
 
 Ugh.
 
 His lips brush my forehead, and I force myself to wake up. I blink several times to adjust to the morning light, taking in the beautiful, luxurious bedroom.
 
 Panic crashes through me.