2: The A
art of the city. The high ceilings, gleaming marble floors, and elegant sea
iful the surroundings w
had not a single care in the world. One arm rested lazily on t
an Vill
f his shirt undone, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. I
t was a n
onto mine, fille
e Isabella
walked straight to the tab
u want to talk abou
htforwardness. "Relax, Isabella. We're not getting marrie
aw. "I don't ne
nough," he said before taking a sip of his wine. "So, do you want to talk abou
y stif
t," I sai
ely, as if trying to analyze my every reactio
unaffected by his tone. I
marriage is for business. No emotions, no drama. We'll stay togeth
dding, as if uninterested. "Sounds b
't expect him to
d celebrations. And most importantly, don
ella, but don't you think that's a bit unfair? Shou
Sebastian. This agreement has clear boundarie
y anger. "Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands in mock
refusing to engag
patience, I pulled out
I said as I placed the
ised a brow.
businesses. No interference with each other's wealth. And when the
ly before exhaling. "Wow. You'
so sig
t. "You seem eager to be my wife, Isabella," h
Instead, I took the signed p
ere," I said
take another step,
I thought there wer
he teasing smile van
id, his voice low and serious. "A
d in a
y. I knew that every day wi
had no
my wrist free from his grasp. "Just remember our a
moment, we
terms, there was something
a
, but instead of letting go,
playful smirk. There was something else in hi
I wanted you?" he said cold
w cle
lthy, beautiful, sexy-every type of woman, I can have with just a sna
me like a sl
new he was being forced into
id his wo
d to let
said, my voice firm. "Because I
out a soft chuckle. "Good. It's bet
my wrist-but not befor
aze more intense, "if you don't want me to touch you, fine. But don't e
led sh
le as I fought to contain my anger. I wanted to punch
him the satisfaction
want to cheat in your own marriage
o we have an agreeme
mbled as I g
apped before turning around an
yself, I knew this was only the beginnin
now who would