My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance(45)
“The good news is that we’ll have plenty of time to discuss your plans to ruin me on the plane.”
A frown touched my lips. “What plane?”
“Why, Shortbread, did you think I wouldn’t take you on a honeymoon?” He feigned surprise. “How else would our union appear believable?”
My face fell. I inched back. “That is wildly unnecessary.”
He stepped forward, erasing the distance between us again. “As always, we’re in disagreement. One must celebrate their change of status. Especially when all of D.C.’s royalty is watching closely.”
I tripped another step back. “We can do something local. Go to New York for a weekend, then split to different hotels.”
He advanced, a predator zeroing in on his next meal. “Had I thought we could get away with it, I’d have gladly disposed of you back home and gone my merry way. Nonetheless, you, my dear wife, spent every waking moment from the day we met trying to get rid of me, loudly and publicly. Ergo, we will board my plane to Paris for a long weekend in two hours, so get inside and say your goodbyes.”
My jaw nearly dropped.
He couldn’t be serious. I didn’t even get to spend time with Frankie, Momma, and Sav.
Never mind that. There was still a twelve-pound cake with my name on it. Literally.
Finally, there was no more room left for me to retreat. My back crashed against the glass of the patio door. “But…I don’t have a suitcase. And…and…clothes.”
“Cara packed you everything you need.” He pinned me against the glass, arms bracketing my head, fingers staining the glass. “Whipped cream excluded.”
“She doesn’t know me.”
“Hate to break it to you, but there’s more mystery in the contents of a hot dog than the contents of that little head of yours.”
“What about my passport?”
“Your mother gave it to me before the ceremony.”
Shoot.
She probably thought she’d done me a favor.
“I need to rest. The last few weeks have been so stressf—”
“Our mothers did all the work. You’ve been resting your entire life. This trip is happening whether you want it or not. Now go say your goodbyes.”
“I hate you.” I tried stomping on his foot, but he was quicker, pulling back.
“How unfortunate.” He leaned forward, lips skating over mine. “See, I don’t hate you one bit. In fact, you’re prime entertainment for me. Like a dozen circus clowns emerging from a tiny car. You’re an aerial act, Dallas. When you succeed—I’m impressed. When you fail—I’m amused. But I never, ever care enough to give you hate. That would require you to be my equal.”
His mouth was on mine now, touching but not yet kissing.
My heart jackhammered through my rib cage, threatening to tear my chest, leap between us, and splatter on his pristine snowy shirt, blood and all.
My eyes slammed shut of their own accord. My lips prepared to find his almost-familiar heat.
But instead of being cocooned once again in his addictive hold, a breeze of cool air slapped my face.
I opened my eyes and found Romeo two steps away, sneering down at me.
“So na?ve.” He tsked. “You’re going to be spectacularly fun to break.”
Ollie vB
The bride looked exquisite.
Romeo Costa
Bleach your eyeballs immediately.
She wasn’t yours to look at.
Ollie vB
So did her sister.
Romeo Costa
Jailbait.
Ollie vB
Come on, Rom.
We both know I’m too rich to see a prison cell from the inside.
Zach Sun
Can someone remove the ghost of David Bowie from the chat?
Romeo Costa removed Ollie vB from the chat.
Zach Sun
Why do I always feel like I need a long, scorching shower after talking to Ollie?
Romeo Costa
Because he is sexual harassment packed into a Tom Ford suit?
Zach Sun
Is Denver excited about Paris?
Romeo Costa
I’ve met cats more excited about their baths.
Zach Sun
Have you considered trying to get along with her?
Romeo Costa
Not once.
Zach Sun
Is there a long version to this answer?
Romeo Costa
I think that ship sailed the day I dragged her by the ear to a state she doesn’t know, to live in a house she doesn’t like, and marry a man she actively hates.
Ollie vB has entered the chat.