MEGAN
Cristiano walks into the living room with two mugs of coffee. Although steam wafts out of the mugs, the shirtless, god-like man carrying them is hotter than sin.
I watch him set the coffee down on the table and resist the urge to drool at the sight of the perfect muscles lining his abs under his tattoos.
It’s morning again and one of the best Sundays I’ve had for as long as I can remember. Since last night was the first I slept with the guys outside the club, my good spell began from then, and it’s about to continue.
Knox and Levi will be back later. Until then, I have Cristiano.
It’s time to talk about our arrangement, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate how gorgeous he is.
He sits opposite me and runs a hand through his already ruffled just-got-out-of-bed sexy hair. The simple action makes him look sexier.
“You’re giving me that look again.” He smirks.
“Because you’re sexy as hell and I can’t help myself.”
“Now you know how I feel.” He taps the inside of my thigh and lowers to plant a kiss there. “I can’t help myself too.”
Instantly I want him inside me again. I want to go back to his bed and have him pounding into me hard while I wrap my legs around his waist.
I run my hand through his hair and stare down at him, looking past the hard exterior of the soon-to-be mafia boss.
“What will it be like when you become don of your family?”
He straightens and moves over to sit next to me. “I guess it’s time to talk about that.”
“Yeah.”
“I wanted to give you a day to think properly because yesterday was so hectic. I didn’t want your gratitude overpowering your decision.”
“It hasn’t. I still want to go through with it.”
“How are you feeling though about it? You were married only months ago and you lost your husband.”
“I don’t know how I feel. I’m mostly numb, but that’s it. I can get over numbness. I don’t care about anything else. I don’t have anyone I care about around me to factor in.” Of course, I’m thinking about Paige. The truth is I’m all alone. So I can do what I want. “I’ll do it because it helps you.”
“You’re helping me out in ways I can’t describe.”
“Then I’m glad to help.”
He pulls in a deep breath. “The first hurdle we need to jump over is meeting my immediate family. We have dinner with them in ten days.”
“What’s your family like?”
“They’re great if they like you, and they will. We just have to make everything believable. The first lie we’ll tell is that your name is Evelina.”
I raise my brows. “Evelina?”
“Yes. I made you up last year when my grandfather wanted to marry me off.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll bring you up to speed with everything, so you know what to say. We won’t have many family gatherings, so you’ll only have to remember you’re Evelina a handful of times a year.”
“That sounds doable.” But nerve-wracking. I pray I don’t slip up.
“I hope so. We just need to keep up the charade for three years, and that’s it.”