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“No, because that’s a crazy request.”

“Exactly.”

She got off the bed and stood in front of it, glaring at me. “Then why did you agree to it?”

“That’s the only way to get Raffa to agree to me becoming boss. I was going to worry about it later. Also…” I swallowed the tacks in my throat. “I would get to keep you longer.”

She just stared at me. But her features went through several emotions. Surprisingly, none of them were anger. She pursed her mouth and her eyes gleamed with tears.

“Sunlight…” I whispered.

“Damn you, Sandro,” she exhaled raggedly. “Why can’t I stay mad at you?”

“That’s a good thing, right?” I patted the space beside me. “Come to bed, baby.”

Even taking sex out of the equation, I enjoyed behaving like a married couple.

She sniffled, and walked around the bed and got in beside me. “You should have told me sooner.”

I dragged her into my arms. Fuck, she felt so good.Shemade me feel good. Whenever I was in Bianca’s presence, I didn’t feel filthy or disgusted with who I was.

“What if I’m ready?” she ventured.

This time, I was the one who untangled myself from her. I sat at the edge of the mattress and couldn't help the derisive laugh that escaped my lips. “Don’t say that. You’re not.”

“How do you know?”

I stared her in the eye and pointed between us. “I need you to be okay with this. Are you?”

“In what way? We’re married.”

“Do you feel married to me?”

She had to go chew on her bottom lip.Jesus Christ.

“It’s a weird state,” she answered.

“Because you were forced into this.”

“So were you.”

“That’s what you think. I simply found an opportunity and did not feel guilty about it.”

“Because you saved me from Gian?”

“Yes, but I also got what I wanted. But did you get what you want, Bianca?”

“I’m not a white-picket-fence kind of girl.”

I stood up. “No, you’re not. But are you finally okay being married to a made man?”

She averted her eyes.

“That’s what I thought. Until you’re okay being married to every aspect of who I am, then, no, I’m not gonna fuck you.”

I leaned over and brushed the back of my fingers along her face. “There’s too much beauty in our history. Despite the times when we’re mad at each other, I don’t what to ruin it. But make no mistake, I already consider you mine. I’m not letting you go ever.”

Her eyes met mine in surprise.