Page 162 of Falling for the Wife

Luca stared at my outstretched hand a bit before those amazing emerald eyes hooked me in. “He’d kill me for this, but why don’t you stay the night? You can stay in my room.”

“Why would you do that?” I was even more curious now. Favors… now this? Huh?

His eyes twinkled, disarming me for a second before he continued again, “Life’s been boring lately, so maybe it’s time to liven it up a little,and for Kensington to react this way… it really gets me curious.”

Luca di Medici was a wicked man. Everyone knew that. I’d give my right kidney if I was wrong in my hunch that he was seriously toying with his good friend. “Are you sure I’m not imposing?” I double-checked.

“Very sure.”

A whole weekend in a yacht full of testosterone junkies; hot, sexy playboys all around… I now saw the appeal as to why the gossip rags followed these men.

I had yet to meet the other three notorious bad boys, well,twonow, since the Greek was now a newly reformed man.

This was going to be a weekend to remember, without a doubt.

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The mega luxury yacht had three floors, not including the rooms below deck. It was designed with a lot of white leather, accents of azure, black and lots of dark wood. The color scheme was light with an edge. It wasn’t overtly ostentatious compared to the other yachts I had been on, but it was enough to make an impression of wealth without going haywire with gold tones and expensive art hung and placed everywhere. The white and the azure blend gave away how proud the owner was of his heritage. Just like a true Greek.

Luca and I shared dinner in the salon as we waited for their return. The man was an enchanting storyteller and it didn’t take a long time for me to guess how close he was with his friends. He even mentioned my brother, whom he had met on several occasions, and it touched me that he said great things about him.

Amidst all the tough exterior held a man who was sharp and business-oriented, even though he pretended he didn’t care about it. What I liked about Luca di Medici was the very fact that he didn’t ask anything about Callum, knowing quite well that was the reason I was here in the first place. I was sure he was curious—piqued—but he was respectful of me, so he didn’t charter towards the blatantly obvious.

It was an hour after we shared our dessert and coffee when we heard the choppy sound of an arriving helicopter. From a distance, I could hear women’s laughter.

Splendid. “They’re here.” I stated the obvious.

He nodded, hand stretched out to me. “I believe it’s time to make your entrance, Bella Donna.”

If I was nervous, I dared not show it.

This boat was the last place I wanted to be in, however this was my obligation—as a friend, amongst the other reasons—to try and convince him to stop horsing around.

Luca and I strode, side by side, towards the rear of the boat. I suppose that was where the fun was taking place.

On the other side, if you were to go on a few steps, a jacuzzi large enough to accommodate a dozen people, sat surrounded with candles with the water covered in rose petals. A line of loungers were situated on the side and across it. The other wall was lined with white leather seating. There was a black marbled pool table at the end, a large screen hung on the other wall that played the men’s racing tournaments and a black marbled bar ensconced on the side. The floor had a hidden lining of LED blue and white lighting that made the whole ambiance more intimate, posh and upbeat.

The first person I saw was the former actor, Dimitris, coming towards us. I became so nervous that I didn’t notice the woman beside him.

“Luca.” Dimitris eyed me with interest. “I’m Dimitris Kosta.” He held out his large, tanned hand. I stared at it for a bit longer than necessary before I shook it with my own.

“Stella von Berg. It’s nice to meet you.”

Dimitris didn’t show any reaction to my name, so I didn’t know what to make of it. It was then that he introduced the woman who was standing next to him. “This is Lindsey, my wife.” Before I could express anything, Dimitris was addressing Luca and they had to excuse themselves to talk privately, leaving me with his wife.

I didn’t know he was married…

“Sorry, my boyfriend was being rude. He’s just worried because I don’t think Callum is expecting you to be here still.” Lindsey’s dark eyes glittered with amusement.

I frowned. “I’m sorry, but I thought he saidwife? Or is my hearing quite bad?”

“Oh, he’s both.” She guided me towards the bar before handing me a champagne flute without even asking me if I wanted one. “Down two of these. I’m sure Callum will be a little pissy when he sees you, so these nice bubbles will help you calm down.”

I took the two she handed me and stared at her, bewildered. “How did you know about me?” I had a feeling that Dimitris might’ve mentioned something about my complicated relationship with Callum because she seemed toknowsomething.

“Oh, you know, let’s just say that I have a beef to pick with him after he sort of handed me to Callum when the guy was pissed off. So I want to return the favor.”

Lindsey certainly was different. The woman had spunk.