Page 86 of Crazed

I shake my head. "No, thank you."

"Very well," she replies and leaves.

Massimo slides his arm around my back and leans into me. "Stop worrying."

I blurt out, "We don't have clothes."

Arrogance crosses his face. "Of course we do."

"But I—"

"Have a suitcase full of resort wear," he boasts.

I stare at him, trying to process it all. I finally ask, "So we're going to St. Pete?"

He shakes his head. "No."

Confused, I ask, "But I thought you said that's where we'd go."

"We can go to Florida anytime. Let's have a real vacation. One we won't forget," he declares.

My stomach flips. I take another sip of champagne, but it does nothing to calm my nerves. I question, "So where are we going?"

He wiggles his eyebrows. "Bora Bora."

My gut drops further. Bora Bora is on the other side of the world. If Leo doesn't approve, he'll kill me.

Massimo leans closer and tugs me into him. "Why do you look like I just gave you a death sentence? I thought you'd be excited."

I turn to him. "I-I am. Excited... Sorry. I ummm..."

"What is it?"

"Just blown away by all this," I say, which isn't a lie.

He kisses my forehead. "Don't let it overwhelm you. Everything is taken care of, and there's no reason to worry."

I stay silent, still freaking out.

He moves my chin so I can't avoid him. "Katiya, do you trust me?"

The air turns stale in my lungs. My emotions get the best of me, and a tear drops down my face. I swipe at it. "Sorry. Yes. Of course I do." It's not a lie. He's the only person on Earth I trust. The entire situation hurts worse every day, and I don't know how to stop it.

He pulls me onto his lap. "Hey, dolce. Are you okay?"

I sniffle. "Yes. Sorry. I'm just..." I take a deep breath and place my hands over his cheeks. "You're too generous. Thank you."

He studies me, and another worry flares in my belly.

I nervously ask, "What is it?"

He shakes his head and smiles. "Nothing. I'm glad we can finally go away."

I nod and kiss him. It leads to a deeper kiss, and his hand slides under my shirt. His warm palm caresses my spine. I move my body so I'm straddling him.

He retreats and fists my hair so my face is inches from his.

"What's wrong?" I question, my anxiety reigniting.

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