Chapter 25

Lucky

The suite of rooms is impressive, it’s almost the same size as my entire penthouse back in Manhattan and that is saying something. There is an entrance hall that is all black marble with a white vein and leads to double doors to a gorgeous lounge with tan leather sofa and two reading chairs, an open fireplace made of stone and what look to be Persian rugs on the floor, the oak burnished wood flooring left exposed is polished and gleaming. Floor to ceiling windows look out to the ocean, I open them even though it is much cooler now, but I need the air.

Being around Nico makes me all hot and bothered, and not because I get angry when I see him for what he stands for and this blasted arranged marriage. No, something entirely different. He makes me hot for him. There, I have admitted it. I hold my hands up like an alcoholic in an AA meeting. He makes me feel a desire that I’ve never felt before, my body heats up at the mere sight of him, nothing like I have experienced ever before.