Page 12 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Disposable Wife
You know where to find me once you’ve come back to your senses.
She could feel her palms turning cold and clammy at the thought of contacting him. She was just so, so scared—
Her phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number.
But the moment she clicked it open, she knew right away it was from Thelma.
Who else would send her photos of her sister and ex-husband having the time of their life in a fancy beach resort in Mexico?
Her twin had always believed it was a man’s sole duty to spend for her, and since Kendra also knew Porter’s company had been close to filing for bankruptcy...
This,she realized numbly,was why Porter had taken out that loan.
KENDRA WAS STILL TRYINGto think of something to say when the cab deposited her in front of the revolving doors of Dario’s hotel. But this proved unnecessary the moment she entered, with a man in a suit greeting her by name.
“Ms. Tully, welcome to the Aehrenthal. I’ve been asked by Mr. La Rocca to escort you to the penthouse.”
She managed a smile. “Of course. And—” The name plate pinned to his breastpocket gave her a clue on what to call him. “Thank you, Janus. I appreciate it.”
The elevator doors opened directly to the penthouse, but Janus didn’t step out of the elevator with her. “Please do not hesitate to call the front desk if you need anything, Ms. Tully. We wish you a pleasant stay at the Aerenthal.”
And just like that, she was alone...
“Hello, Kendra.”
She whirled around and found Dario standing just a few feet away from her.
“H-Hi.”
He was in a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled to the forearm, and he...he was beautiful, she thought with a gulp. It was terrifying, allowing herself to think such things. But she was just so, so tired of having her guard up day in and day out. And after everything that had happened—
Oh!
He was standing right in front of her, and her heart started pounding. His proximity made her feel dizzy. But also, the way he was staring at her made her feel like she was burning up.
“You look nervous,” he said lazily.
“Can you blame me?” she asked helplessly. “You...”
“Yes, what about me?”
His accent was so much more pronounced, and the sound mesmerized her, and she found herself having difficulty recalling what it was she had to say.
“You, um...”
His gaze gleamed, and she realized he was enjoying every second of this, and he wanted her to nkow it.
A choked laugh escaped her. “You’re impossible.”
“In what way,cara?”
“D-Don’t call me that!” She finally had the chance to say this, and she had to, now that she knew what it meant.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not your darling.”
