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I squeezed her thigh firmly. “Don’t test me.”

She bit down her lip mockingly but then laughed. “I am just going to sleep, Antonio. You can go.”

“Okay,” I answered and kissed her palm because I thought she might want a parting kiss even though I was just a few steps away from her.

I closed the door and went back to my seat. Mia looked at me and giggled again. “Why did you leave her? Problem in paradise?” Her words were teasing, but I could also tell there was some real concern there. She was afraid I had already messed up my marriage.

“Priscilla has a headache. She wanted to sleep.”

Mia’s mocking face turned sad. “Oh, that’s bad. I have painkillers with me. Does she need one?”

She didn’t mention that, and using painkillers a lot was not very healthy. Still, Priscilla looked like the type to hide her pain, and I didn’t want my wife to have a killer headache on the first day of our marriage. She was also kind of superstitious, so I didn’t want her to think this was a bad sign about the future of our marriage.

I stood back up, saying, “Let me ask her,” and moved back to the bedroom. I slowly opened the door and saw Priscilla lying in bed, her back to the door. I was going to ask her about the painkillers, but something stopped me. Her body was all curled up, and her shoulders were shaking. She was not sleeping. She was… crying.

She was fucking crying.

Fuck my life.

I was so fucking wrong.

Maybe I should have got inside and asked her what happened or just held her to give her comfort again, but I knew they were both trash. She was crying because she had left New York. She was crying because she left her family for something that could never compare with the happiness they gave her.

Kira was right.

I was not enough.

Chapter 16

Priscilla

“Damn, Buttercup! Was there a black discount?”

Antonio looked at me with slight confusion. It was barely visible in his face, but it was usually there when he was with me, just like his annoyance. Right now, he didn’t seem annoyed, though. He was not annoyed today at all. Maybe the sex helped with that.

“You don’t like black?” he asked like that was the problem. This was probably his most efficient question. His brain worked like a machine.

I touched the black leather couch. “Well, this looks good.” Then I looked at the rest of the living room. “But it is just too much.” Antonio’s penthouse, or rather now our penthouse, had light gray walls, but almost every piece of furniture was pitch black. I didn’t know if he liked this underworld look or it was just an easy shopping decision.

He looked around and then looked at me. His hand was in his pockets, and he seemed a little tense. “You can change it however you like.”

However, I like, huh? I smiled devilishly and got closer to him, throwing my head more and more back to be able to see him. “Can I just make it all pink?”

He didn’t look amused or uncomfortable. His expression didn’t change at all. “Of course. If that is going to make you happy.”

Fuck he was really cute, putting my happiness above all else. He still didn’t understand, though. Even though the pink thing was a joke, I enjoyed decorating, but that was not the thing that would make me happy.

Hemade me happy. Having Antonio was enough to make me happy for a lifetime. All the other things were just for entertainment.

But I knew there was no way I could make him understand. It was not the way his thought process worked. That was the reason I cried alone during the flight. Having Antonio hold me would definitely make me feel better, but I didn’t want him to see me cry. That would make him believe I was sad to come to Chicago.

To keep him, I needed to play right.

So, I rose to my tiptoes and patted his chest, “I will have so much fun doing that.”

A satisfied shine went through Antonio’s eyes, and then he kissed me. His kisses were always mind-blowing. After last night I was sure the sex helped him get really close to feeling. I loved seeing that.

I wanted to fuck him every second just so I could see something close to love in his eyes for me. I wanted that until I was able to see that love every time he looked at me because I knew it was going to happen one day.

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