Page 10 of Mafia Wedding

"Not a minute past seven then."

"Yes, sir."

"I mean it, wife."

The possessiveness in his tone is enough to make butterflies in my stomach flutter their wings, but because I also know that's just who he is rather than being an indication of the billionaire having feelings for me—-

"Gotta go, dude."

The last thing I hear before hanging up is Stelios swearing in Greek—-

Don't let him get to you, B!

Stelios and Theía may have a lot of things in common, but I can't let myself forget that they're not exactly the same. While I truly believe that neither of them will ever want to hurt me, I also know one of them can without meaning to...and that's what's different between them.

I love Theía, and my aunt loves me back...while I'm in love with my husband, but there's no way he's in love with me, too.

Two more days

HIS WIFE WAS BACK.

Her scent was always the first thing that would alert him to her presence.

Floral and sweet, with a citrusy touch of spunk. Her scent was the perfect embodiment of her essence: purity combined with courage...and sexy as fuck.

His Bailey was absolutely perfect, and in two days' time, she would also be his, in every fucking sense of the word.

"I'm back!"

She leapt into his view like the cutest little toy springing into view.

"But of course you already know that."

Stelios only smirked. No fucking way was he giving his wife the satisfaction of hearing him say yes...even when what she said was true.

He glanced at the built-in LCD display of their fridge and looked back at her with an arched brow. "6:59 PM? Seriously?"

"What can I say?" his wife asked airily. "I love to live a dangerous life."

"Right."

The dryness of his tone was what did it for her, and his wife finally gave up stifling her smile.

Ah, fuck.

Her smiles always hit him like a ton of bricks. With the sole exception of his friends' wives, the smiles he had gotten from most other women always came with a price. Bailey's, however, were different. Her smiles took nothing at all...while giving him everything.

Bailey crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you being sarcastic, Mr. Diamandis?"

"Remember the time I told you to jump, and you said no?"

"I was being careful," his wife protested.

"Who the hell needs to be careful when playing Super fucking Mario?"

Bailey suddenly had her phone out and made a show of answering a call. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Thompson." She glanced at Stelios over her shoulder, mouthing, 'Sorry, I gotta take this.'

It was really fucking cute how his wife fully believed she could get away with faking phone calls every time she was about to lose an argument.

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