Page 13 of Convenient Mafia Vows

“I’ll get my brother to draw up a legal marriage certificate. He can backdate it, and leak something to the press before Olivia gets to them.

“Whoa, hold on.” How did this go from a private conversation to full-blown legal documents tying my name to that of Caleb Murray. “I’m not marrying you for real.”

“It’s just a document. It can be annulled once this blows over.”

But I’m not listening. “It might just be a document to you, but to me, marriage is something I only want to do once in my life. When I meet a man and fall in love, I want it to be special.”

“And I’m sure it will be.” Caleb downs a second drink, grimacing as the burn hits. Man, I could do with one of those, but I’m fucked if I’m going to beg him for a drink. “This changes nothing, Victoria.”

The way he says my name stops me in my tracks, like I’ve heard him say it before.

He holds his phone to his ear, and I’m jolted back to reality.

“Wait!” I pace the room, back and forth, avoiding eye contact with him because I bet that he always gets exactly what he wants with his sexy green eyes, and this girl is not going to be bullied into marrying a stranger. “It changes everything for me.” I stop pacing and face him, keeping my eyes on his polished black shoes. “I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

I head for the door, and he stops me with a warm hand on my arm, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Name your price, Victoria. All I want is a signature on the bottom of the marriage certificate.”

Fuck! Why am I such a sucker for green eyes? I blame Danny Zuko.

“That’s all?”

I’m thinking I’ll maybe get enough out of him to cover my rent for the next few months until I can get another job and get my life back on track, and perhaps a little extra for Sienna. His hair has copper and gold highlights when it catches the light I notice now; the Universe dealt him a great hand when he was born. It must’ve taken one look at him and thought this one’s going to shine like a goddamned star.

“I might need you to attend a couple events with me, to make it look convincing.”

Ohhh… There are worse things a gal could do for money, I guess.

“Can I think about it?”

“Sure. Give me your answer in the morning.” Then he hands me a goddamned business card.

Sienna is waiting for me when I get home.

“Where’s Mason?” I shrug off my coat, dump my purse onto the table, and toe off my shoes.

“I don’t know.” Sienna eyes up the black dress, her gaze finally meeting mine. “Don’t freak out, Vic, but the school called me when they couldn’t get hold of you or Mason. Abigail had locked herself in the restroom because she took a projector apart and they told her it was a stupid thing to do. I had to coax her out with a promise to take her to the Museum of Modern Art this weekend.”

Sienna can’t help chuckling, and before long, we’re both laughing out loud. Abigail is intelligent beyond her years, and this isn’t the first time she’s gotten into trouble at school, and she’s only in kindergarten.

“What kind of teacher tells a kid they’re being stupid?” It’s a sobering thought, and I’ll need to take it up with the head teacher.

“What’s with the dress?” Sienna asks.

I smile. “I got married tonight.”

4

CALEB

I sleep on it.

Or rather, I alternate between the kind of dreams that wake me up with a rock-hard cock grinding into my abdomen and long periods of staring at the sunken ceiling lights, with what happened in my office earlier in the evening playing on repeat inside my head.

The dreams… I thought I’d had them under control, but now, Sandy is back inside my head with a vengeance. I dreamed that she was bent over my desk, naked ass raised to reveal her wide-open wet pussy, while I spread her thighs and inserted the whole length of my tongue inside her from behind.

But then, after she came and I flipped her over to stick my cock in her mouth, Sandy was Victoria, her chestnut curls framing her flushed face.

I woke up face-down in my bed, drenched in sweat, my cock throbbing underneath me. What is it about Victoria that has resurrected the goddamned dreams? She looked fucking hot in that dress, hot enough to pour into a pair of black latex pantsjust in time for me to drag them down over her hips… I tried to imagine Victoria in a blonde curly wig begging me to let her come, and my cock started knock-knocking against the mattress all over again.

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