Page 69 of Forced Vows

Besides Allessio and Zoey know my schedule better than I do now.

Fiona bites her lip and shakes her head at my offer. "What should I wear?"

I grin at her tacit agreement. "This."

I hand her the pink velour hoodie and pants I grabbed from my closet when I was getting my own outfit.

Fiona's eyes round in shock. "That's even more in your face than your jumpsuit."

I look at the two outfits critically. She's probably right. The velour ensemble is in your face, hot pink and my jumpsuit is rose pink.

"Do you want to wear the jumpsuit?"

"No." Fiona is decisive. "The velour is stretchy. I like stretchy."

"The jumpsuit is stretchy too." The French terry cotton has give to it, but it's definitely not as soft as the velour.

"I don't know how you stand wearing something you have to practically strip out of to go pee." Fiona gives an all over body shudder.

"You told me to wear it," I remind her.

"Because you like jumpsuits."

And she likes jackets with hoods she can pull over her head when she's feeling overwhelmed.

Fiona grabs the clothes and climbs off my bed. "I'm not wearing a pink t-shirt."

"If you did, it would probably make Miceli's eyes bleed," I weedle.

"Have you thought that your new penchant for pink could end up as good aversion therapy for him? By the time you get married, it's going to be his favorite color."

"That's assuming he associates it with something positive."

"You are the best thing that will ever happen to him," Fiona says with staunch loyalty and no empirical evidence to support it.

"You're prejudiced." Miceli liked me before he knew who I was.

More than liked. He wanted me so much he kept me up most of the night. My vagina was sore for three days after even with the witch hazel pads Kara suggested.

Worth it though.

I'll never forget that night. Because even if it was with Miceli, I didn't know it and he wasn't my enemy then. Sex will never be the same again.

How can it be? Now, I know who he is.

I ignore the loud clamor of protest from my ladybits.

The underboss is no more excited to get married than I am. If he was, this would not be the second time I'm seeing him since that day in his brother's office.

If he wanted to get around a blocked number, he would. That he hasn't says everything about how he regards our future.

A necessary evil.

He's possessive with the primal instincts of an alpha predator, but I'm not his one good thing.

His aversion to pink and my joy in needling him are both safe.

The look he gives me when I get downstairs is two parts horrified, one part disbelief.

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