Page 101 of Say I Do

“Someone is betraying you.”

Benito nodded. “Still looking into who. Everyone has sworn their loyalty but—”

“You don’t trust them.”

“Never.”

Do you trust me? You know it’s not me, right?

I held myself back. Benito didn’t trust easily, and I understood it. People around Benito wanted him dead. If they didn’t want him dead, they wanted to take everything from him.

“Good. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” I said.

“We?”

“Do we have to go over this again?”

Benito shook his head with a real smile on his face as he stepped around me. “Hurry up. We’re going to be late. My slut of a husband had to distract me all morning.”

“If you weren’t so easy, it wouldn’t have happened. Who’s the real slut?”

Benito laughed as he walked out of the closet. “Still you, mostricio.”

Fuck.The man had no idea the effect he was having on me. I almost missed the days when I looked at Benito and felt nothing but lust and hate. Now there was something new, and I wasn’t too sure about it.

I hurriedly finished getting dressed. A lunch with clients. Easy. I’d just sit there and smile. I wasn’t the best at small talk, but Benito could carry a conversation for the both of us.

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“How’s your body feeling?”Benito asked.

I couldn’t contain the smile that overtook my face at the soreness that plagued every inch of me. “Great! Want to fuck in the car?”

Benito groaned. “No, I’ve got nothing left.”

I hummed as I stared out the window. “I’m sure I can get some more cum out of you.” I deliberately licked my lips.

“Piccola puttana deviata.”

I laughed. “What happened to calling me your monster?”

Benito glanced over at me with shock written all over his face.

“You know the internet exists, right?” I asked.

Benito groaned as we pulled up to the valet at the five-star restaurant. He was out of the car and around the front of it in seconds. I took those fleeting moments to admire him. Benito was a good-looking man. His dark hair and smooth, deeply tanned skin were all complimented with tattoos and a rugged exterior. His facial hair was well groomed, not too long but not so short it was barely visible. His hair was always combed back, but my favorite was when we were at home and Benito, fresh out of the shower, let his hair flop forward.

Lorelei’s words came crashing through my mind. Was I happy? It kind of felt like I was. And it was all because of my husband.

Shit, fuck, damn.I think I like Benito Vitale.

My door opened, and I shoved my thoughts away. Reporters were there, of course, ready to snap our picture. I couldn’t wait for the day when we weren’t hot news.

Darla smiled at us as she practically beat the other reporters out of the way. All of them asked reasonable questions like how was the wedding planning going. Or what our honeymoon destination was. And then there was Darla.

“Better yet, is getting married to Harlow Hayashi just a ploy to steal multiple contracts from your competitors in order to set up multiple illegal gambling houses in New York?” She wasn’t done, her eyes gleaming as if she was on a roll. “Or is this a business venture so you can launder money from the multiple weapons and drugs you have brought in through the docks?” Darla held the recorder to Benito’s face as if she expected him to answer her.

Benito kept his face impassive, his smile only dipped slightly, but no one would be able to tell but me. I leaned closer to him, wordlessly communicating that I was there.

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