If I shared my truth would things be different?
Maybe he’d truly want me.
Maybe I’d let myself have him.
Maybe we could fuck like two normal adults who are attracted to each other.
There is no chance of anything but fucking—not after the lies and deception. Not after our families made us enemies from the day we were born.
But toe-curling orgasms might make everything more worthwhile. Because Enzo is definitely the kind of man who would ruin me for any man after.
Right now, despite the lust in Enzo’s eyes, he won’t touch me. His hands are in his pockets as if he’s trying to hold himself back with the thin fabric. And the only time he’s touched me was to prove a point.
I could want Enzo if I let myself.
If I let go of the pain.
If I let him heal me.
If I forgot all of his wickedness.
If I told him the truth.
But I’m not ready to share what really happened to me yet. If he keeps staring at me though like he’s undressing me, then I’ll be spilling my guts and stripping my clothes, begging for him to take me.
I’m not ready for that.
But I want to be.
I clear my throat. “So what are we doing about Dallas? We were in charge of his security?” I ask, hoping to put a stop to the sparks flying around the room. We both know nothing is going to happen between us—at least not today. So it’s better if we squash all the heat in the room.
Enzo takes his time answering as he pours us both a glass of whiskey. He hands it to me, and I take it but don’t plan on drinking much. Last time I drank, I passed out. I’m stronger, but not sure my body is healthy enough to handle any alcohol yet.
He eyes my drink. “Yes, we handle Dallas’ security. Most of our clients hire us for security, and we provide it. We also design, build, and sell yachts, but again only to those who want the most secure vessels. And as for what we are going to do about the situation, you should drink some of that first.”
“Why?”
“Trust me.”
I laugh. “Trust you?”
“Yes.”
“Why would I trust you?”
“Because despite what you may think, I do want to do right by you.”
I freeze at his words.
“And I want to do what is best for Surrender. You may hate this organization. You may hate the cruelty that happens here, but trust me, we do a lot more protecting the innocent than evil schemes. It just so happens that protecting the innocent involves killing the immoral.”
I nod and take a small sip, preparing myself for whatever he’s going to say.
“Marry me.”
The color drains from my face. “What?”
“Marry me.”