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“For?”

“How fucked up Vince is. Our family. Maybe things could have been different.”

I shrugged. Maybe this was just how it was supposed to be. There was no point on focusing on what can’t be changed.

So much for him behaving last night. “Big night?” I smiled as Vince walked into the kitchen, looking extremely hung over. Even after a shower, he didn’t seem a bit better.

“Come back to bed with me.” he moved my hair to the other side, kissing my neck. He was so needy when he was hungover. “Please, come back to bed with me.”

“You eat this, and I will,” I slapped his hand away and turned around to face him. “Not out of the pan. I already told you. I’m not going anywhere today.”

“Good,” he cupped my face, “I’ve missed you.”

“I thought I was annoying,” I smiled, as he lifted me up, putting me on the island.

“No, I said that stupid show was annoying.”

“Which I was watching.”

“It takes your attention for hours.”

“Oh, how did you cope without my undivided attention?”

“I didn’t cope,” his fingers moving to the back of my dress. I knew damn well what he was doing.

“Wait,” I kissed his cheek, “I need to—” I stopped mid sentence as I watched him turn the stove off, move the frypan and put the bacon on another plate.

What a surprise, just like normal, within seconds, he was eating it.

“Absolutely not.” I shook my head as he started to cut it up. I was not eating that. “Do you have any idea how many calories is in that? Because I do.” I closed my mouth tightly.

I should have known what he was up to when he got the knife and fork. “Come on Madeline, for me.”

Knowing he wouldn’t drop it until I gave in to him. I opened my mouth. Immediately, his grin got bigger, as I took it.

Within minutes, he was carrying me to his bedroom. He always complained that I got distracted. To be fair, he was right. I normally did.

I took my dress off and climbed into bed beside him. The curtains started to close, and he handed me his phone.

Online shopping.

I sighed, completely contented, as he fell back to sleep, hugging me. While I charged the credit card he had saved underMy Loves.

CHAPTER 6

Madeline

I sat on Vince's bed, staring at my phone. I had to make a choice. Ivan or Noah. After formal dinners with both families’ weeks ago. I couldn’t keep putting it off.

“Why can’t you come again?” Vince walked out of the wardrobe, still not ready to leave. If he dragged this out any longer, he would be arriving when everyone had left.

“Because thinking this hard is aging me.” Pouting, I reached for him, starting to button up his shirt. “I’m not even joking, Vinny. I’m going to need Botox before the wedding.” Reaching for his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking your rings off,” well technically the two I had forced him to wear.

“Why?”