He watched The Princess Bride with me.
He didn’t like it.
He played chess with me.
I was a sore loser.
We even played our own version of twenty questions. As long as I stayed away from his childhood and his mother, I was in the clear. Though, I’d soon find out the no-go zone was broader than that.
“Would you visit my grave if I died?”
His eyes grew dark. “I’d die before you were ever in a grave, malyshka.”
I loved his possessive side.
And I loved his dark side, too.
WE HADN’T BEEN ANYWHERE IN public since the last failure of a dinner party. What we had—whatever we had—was working well. But of course, Christian Allister always had to go and complicate things.
“Where are you going?” he asked as I got out of bed and stretched.
“Church.” I yawned. “It’s been, like, a month since I’ve gone, and every time I have premarital sex with you, I swear, I can feel the fires of hell creeping up my back.”
He chuckled and sat up on the side of bed. “I’ll come with you.”
I froze. “What? No. Christian, you can’t come with.”
“Why not?”
“Because . . .” I sputtered. “People will think we’re together.”
His eyes hardened. “You sleep in my bed every goddamn night, Gianna.”
“You’re not even Catholic!”
“I’m whatever you are.”
I had no response for that because it was ridiculous.
I didn’t think Nico would have a problem with me dating anyone, even though I’d never quite tested that theory out. I was technically under his protection and, therefore, rules, but I liked to think of myself as a free agent more than anything. However, I did know everyone in the Russo family had either seen or heard some squabble between Christian and me, and if we showed up at church together, I would never hear the end of it.
“Everyone thinks we hate each other.”
He walked toward me and trailed a thumb across my cheek. “Then let’s show them we can get on just fine.”
I bit my lip.
“Are you going to deny me my salvation?”
I couldn’t stop the smile, and then shook my head and let out a frustrated groan because of it.
We showered together, like always, but the difference was he seemed withdrawn while we got ready, almost guilty. And that started a prickle of alarm at the base of my back. I didn’t know what he was up to or why he wanted to go to church with me, but I was beginning to think it was for nefarious reasons.
We stepped into the church, side-by-side, with his hand on my waist. If the entire congregation didn’t turn to stare at us, at least ninety-five percent of it did. The heat of all their stares lit my skin. And then the whispering began.
Elena’s eyes went wide as we passed. And Ace, with an arm resting on the back of the pew, only raised a brow in amusem*nt.
“Should we close out that bet now?” Val leaned in to ask, after we took a seat beside her and Ricardo.
“No,” I bit out stubbornly.
She laughed.
Christian’s jaw tightened, though he didn’t say a word.
During the service, he rested a hand on the bare sliver of skin between my dress and thigh-high boots.
I thought I loved that, too.
Afterward, the ladies stood around to gossip for a while, while the men drifted outside to do the same.
“I’ll be outside, malyshka,” he said in my ear. And then he turned my face and kissed me on the lips. It was short and sweet but possessive, letting everyone know Christian Allister was screwing me nine ways to Sunday.
I thought I heard someone gasp.
“Wow,” Valentina breathed, fanning herself with her Bible and watching his retreating form. “Tell me everything.”
My face burned while stuck in a state of disbelief that he’d actually done that. Maybe—just maybe—I could have passed off our presence here together as a generous deed of me showing a bad man the Lord, but that was completely off the table now.
“It was supposed to be just sex,” I complained.
Val nodded. “A lot of people bring their f*ck buddies to church.”
“Could you please control your sarcasm today?” I rubbed my temple. “I think I’m getting the flu.” It felt like I’d been about to catch it for over a week now. Must be a persistent stomach bug.
“Okay, let’s back it up a little. Just whose idea was this just sex relationship?”
“His! I have no self-respect, so, of course, I agreed. But now, he’s taking me to dinner parties, making me sleep in his bed but not even having sex with me, and next,”—my voice rose—“he’s kissing me at church!”
“Honey,” she laughed. “I’m sure you’ve just been blinded by the incredibly beautiful man he is, but I’m here to tell you, he has never wanted just sex from you. All anyone has to do is look at him when you’re in the room to know he’s obsessed with you.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, he’s obviously tricked you into a relationship.”
“He, what? He wouldn’t—” I cut myself off because, yeah, he would. “But, why?”
“Who knows why men do things? He probably thought you would turn him down.”
I chewed my cheek. “I would have.”
I’d panicked when he’d proposed a relationship on the plane, and now, I knew he’d noticed. I hadn’t been ready for anything serious at the time. And I still wasn’t . . . right? Indecision slid down my spine. I didn’t want to give up what we had—in fact, the idea of ending it made me feel sick—but I was also uneasy to think about what he wanted from me in the end.
“What should I do?” I whispered.
“Well, he’s certainly a man capable of knocking you up.” She pursed her lips, looking at my body. “If you aren’t already.” I rolled my eyes. I’d had my period not long ago. “So, there’s that issue. And I’ll be honest and say he’s so intense he scares me a little. He wouldn’t hit you, would he?”
“No.” I was suddenly never surer of anything.
“Do you like him?”
It seemed like a silly question compared to what I actually felt when I thought of him. He excited me. He fascinated me. And he seemed to make me feel happier and more alive than I’d ever been. Saying I liked him felt like a disservice, but I wasn’t sure how else to explain it.
“Very much so.”
“What’s he like in bed?”
I narrowed my eyes on her.
She laughed. “Fine. We’ll talk about those details later. Are you ready for every woman from ages thirteen to ninety-two to be drooling all over your man?”
“As long as they keep their hands to themselves.”
“What about him? Can you wrangle fidelity from him?”
The thought of him sleeping with someone else made me feel nauseous. Though, somehow, I didn’t believe he would. I’d known him for a long time and had never once pegged him for a cheater.
“I think so.”
“So far, I’d say he’s not a bad choice. But truthfully, I’ve only been humoring you. The man has already made his decision, and that’s you, honey. Now, you just have to make the best of it.”
