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Rafael doesn’t do a damn thing without permission. And he sure as hell knows better than to touch what’s mine without me present and without my say-so. He, unlike her, enjoys when I call the shots.

We reach the top landing, and I move down the left corridor. She will stay on this end of the house, while I stay on the other. Rafael gets the first floor. The back end of it, anyway.

“Feel free to roam about the house as you wish, but know you aren’t the only person living here. Other than myself and Rafael, I have 24-hour staff who have rooms on the first floor, so don’t go into them for any reason. Any room you’re not allowed in up here will be locked.”

“Like your torture room?”

I pause and glance at her. “I don’t keep a torture room at my house, Jordan. That would be stupid.”

“Sex dungeon then,” she adds, folding her arms across her chest and raising that chin of hers again. I want to sink my teeth into it. Into this full breasts too.

I grin at her. “Maybe I’ll let you see it one day.”

“I’ll pass.”

I start walking again. “I’m leaving for a business trip first thing in the morning. I’ll return as soon as I can.”

“Leaving me so soon? What an awful husband.” She huffs out a disbelieving laugh.

“I’m not your husband yet.”

“Speaking of, when is the special day?”

I stop in front of the room I had redone for her just yesterday. I place my hand on the knob.

“Handling our nuptials is the first thing I’ll tend to when I return. Any suggestions?”

She taps her chin. “Yes. How about never?”

“Nice try.”

“Where are you going?”

“None of your concern.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “What do you do for work?”

Too many questions, Jordan.

I push open the door, stepping aside and gesturing for her to go in.

She watches me for a moment longer before turning her attention to the room. Her lack of response only makes me assume she approves, not that I care either way. It’s where she’s staying, whether or not she likes it. Though, if she does like it, I suppose that’s one less thing to complain about.

I’ll not go out of my way to make her happy, not with the way she’s treating me, but if I happen to do something she likes and she doesn’t complain, the easier it’ll be on me.

Chapter Sixteen

Jordan

I stand in the doorway as I take in the beautiful room. The look of it doesn’t make up for anything the bastard is doing to me, but I guess if I’m going to be kept here like a prisoner, I should at least be comfortable.

The room is bright, decorated in white, cream, and blush pink. The four-poster, king-sized bed has a white frame that matches the armoire, dresser, and the pillow-top chest in front of the bed. Sheer curtains are draped along the top frame, giving it a princess vibe. The far wall has two large picture windows with a built in day bed, pink throw pillows placed neatly across it, and drawers along the bottom. An empty bookshelf is against one wall, a desk, and a chair beside it.

Across from the bed is a door leading to a room that’s too dark, I can’t tell what it is, but it looks too big and open to be a bathroom.

“The walk-in closet is there, and the bathroom is through it,” Enzo says, pointing in the direction I’m looking. “Your belongings will be brought over tomorrow. If you prefer new things, Bernice has my credit card info and will get you whatever you need.”

“Giving other women your credit card info? Nice way to start the marriage.”