ISABELLA
"We would get married in six says."
I blinked.
He wasn't serious. Was he? Six days? Six?
"But_" I tried, but he interrupted me.
"No buts. We would get married in exactly six days, not a day less, not a day more." His tone left no room for arguement.
If there was something I was beginning to realize about Matteo, it was the fact that he was used to getting what he wanted. And he wasn't backing down no matter what.
I had managed to eat, even if I had lost my appetite a long time ago. Now, there was a glass of untouched wine, sitting in front of me. I was tempted to finish it, and the whole bottle.
"And my job?" I asked, resigned to my fate.
His full lips drew into a smirk. "Oh, you won't be working. You do not need it anymore."
I was shaking my head before he could comple
