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“Don’t act like you can’t afford it or don’t already have one,” she says gesturing around the room.
“No.”
“No?”
“Yes. I’m saying No.”
“No counter offer? No explanation?”
I take a breath.
“I don’t have another place currently and if I did I wouldn’t set you up to live in a home of your own. We’re in the middle of a war. It isn’t safe.”
“You have men. Have Nico guard me,” she shrugs, confident. Easy.
Like this is effortless and not her life we’re talking about.
And she wantsNico.
He’s as good as dead to me.
I clear my throat unsure how much I should even give to her.
“My mother had guards and a house of her own. She still ended up dead in pieces at my father’s doorstep so, no.”
Her face drops, her eyes flick down. She takes a breath and nods.
“My own room?”
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Yes, fine. What else?”
Having to mention my mother was more than enough for today. Why the fuck did I want to get married?
The woman in front of me doesn’t want to be here. She doesn’t want me.
Fuck.
She doesn’t even seem tolikeme.
“Nothing else for now,” she says picking up her fork. “We can have lunch and finish the rest of this conversation after.”
Confusion sets in, but I let it go. She’s giving me pity.
I hate pity.
Chapter 18
Adriana
Ifeel like such a bitch.
But I’m not a bitch. I’m a boss.
And bosses don’t blink first.
