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He scoffed. "You know the business your father and I really run... you know there is no such thing as too late."

"Truth."

"So...back to why I was originally here."

"Mmmmhmmm," I murmured and pushed away from the desk into a standing position.

I had to walk by Thierry to get back to my seat. My thoughts were of running the numbers, and filing the reports so I could get home and watch Rose, Dorothy, Blanche, and Sophia. Ever since Italy, I'd craved my bed like nothing else.

His hand reached out to catch my arm, and he stood up. His brown eyes were shining with a mischievous flare and I didn't like it one bit. He leaned in that cologne surrounding me. Damn, why did he have to smell so good?

Be a great time to sneeze, bitch, I thought.

It was the only thing that could break Thierry's spell.

"Tesoro, we need to make it appear as though we're man and wife," he smiled. "Who knows how much longer your father has left. Let's make his last days good."

He grinned down at me. Was he really using my dying father against me?

"I don't know... " I stated.

"Yes you do," he replied.

"I don't like you," I bit my lip. "I don't want to cook for you either."

"I don't like you. You're haughty and uppity and a... "

My eyes narrowed.

He lifted my hand to his lips and grazed them with his mouth.

"It's only dinner, what could happen?"

Shaking his hands off me, I caught sight of his wedding band gleaming on his left hand. It appeared to mock me. The thought of spending time in that mansion and having to see Nautica, my stomach felt uneasy.

"Fine."

I gave in.

I would cook this stupid ass holiday dinner or whatever but who said I had to be sober for this shit? And at some point, I could lie and say I was going to the store or something and just never come back.

"Well...my mission is accomplished," Thierry smiled. "Good night, Tesoro."

Chapter 18

Thierry

John Knowles was a man that had had a lot of talk game. For the love of God, he'd talked me into accepting a damn arranged marriage to his brat of a daughter.

A brat whose pussy had quivered and clench for every inch of dick you gave her,I thought.

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I took a deep breath and watched as my wife approached our million-dollar mansion that she'd never even spent a night in. I had to admit, Diamond looked amazing. She had on a nice warm-looking sweater with tights and a pair of black Nike sneakers. She looked low-key with a side ponytail and Coach sunglasses blocking her eyes from my view.

She looks fuckable,my brain groaned.

I was going to get hard and she was going to notice.

Diamond always noticed shit like that.