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But I also want to slam my door in his face when he comes crawling back, asking for my hand in marriage. He doesn’t get to marry me after he rejected me. I want to reject him.
I also want to marry him.
God, I’m messed up.
I hear the doorbell ring but ignore it. Someone else will answer.
A few moments later, my mom knocks on my door. “Lucia? Santino is here to see you.”
I jolt up in bed. What the fuck? I rip open my door. “He’s here?”
“Yes.”
“What for?”
“He didn’t say.”
I brush past my mom. “You should have found out.”
“That’s for you to do, not me,” Mom says sweetly.
I hurry downstairs …
And there he is, standing in my foyer.
Kiss him or slap him? Which will it be?
I approach him, readying myself for one of the options when … my foot slips on the last step, and I fall backward.
My entire life flashes before my eyes. I haven’t had the chance to do enough. Like, I never got Botox, and I always wanted to.
Then, Santino grabs my hand and stops me from falling.
And before I can stop myself, I slap him across the face.
CHAPTER 3
Santino
Getting slapped across the face is not how I imagined this meeting with Lucia going.
After leaving the party yesterday, Antonio found me and convinced me to marry Lucia, saying she’d make a good bride. I disagree. I think Lucia will make a horrible bride.
But I don’t back down from a challenge, and Lucia is exactly that. She exasperates me. She annoys me. She confuses me.
She’s beauty wrapped in a chaotic package.
I did lie yesterday when I said she wasn’t pretty. She’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. But I can’t stand arrogance in women. And Lucia is full of it.
After giving Antonio’s argument some more thought, I changed my mind. I want Lucia as my bride just so I can teach her a lesson.
Which is why I’m here now to tell her that.
But before I even get the chance, she’s slapping me across the face. Even after I saved her from getting hurt, she has the audacity to do that.
She’s staring me down, breathing heavily. I can’t help but notice the way her chest rises and falls. The way it accentuates her breasts.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, drawing my attention to her face.
