Page 57 of Vicious Vows

Marchello

If I didn’t haveenough distractions to deal with, Lissia managed to throw one more in my direction. Why did she have to admit her feelings for me?

Herduring-sex confessionwas the last thing I needed. But the one thing I wanted to hear.

How could I make us work?

“We haven’t been back here since, um…” Lissia took in the lobby of the dealership. “Since the night we went to the safe house.”

“Does being here bother you?”

“No, we’re different now.”

“How so?”

“I still drive you crazy, but we’ve come so far from that night and the night of the auction.” She motioned toward the Corvette in the center of the room. “I still don’t have one of those in fuchsia.”

“You did look hot behind the wheel, even if I thought you were an entitled brat.”

“You still think that about me.” She gazed into my eyes, making me feel like I was the only man she’d ever seen. “And I still think you’re a relentless jerk.”

“I guess not much has changed.”

The spark left her warm eyes, and they became vacant and distant. I could be too hard on her—I was too hard on her.What the hell is wrong with me?

“I mean about me being a jerk.” I squeezed her hand. “Forgive me.”

“For which time?” She laughed.

“All of them.”And for any future times.

“I’ll always forgive you.”

I hope that’s true.

Milo greeted us on the showroom floor as the employees tried to steal glances at me and Lissia before I could catch them. I caught them.

“Hello.” Milo kissed Lissia’s cheek. “I’m surprised my brother let you out of the tower.”

“Me too.” She glanced around the large room. “Why is everyone staring at us?”

“Because they don’t think Marchello is capable of having any feelings.” Milo smacked my back. “Are you?”

Don’t go there.

“Ignore them.” I led Lissia to the steps. “Obviously, they’ve never seen anyone as stunning as you.”

“Chello is right about you being a goddess,” Milo said. “But no one expected him to bring you here.”

“Why not?” Lissia asked. “Do they know I’m your hostage?”

“No.” I glared at the two sales associates who were gawking at my flawless woman. “Get back to work.”

They scrambled away from the steps, stumbling into one another as they went.

Useless.

“They know who you are, princess,” I said as we went to my father’s office. “Your father has been quite vocal about the two of us being together. Word travels fast.”

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