Marnie
I hear the horn of Draven’s Audi and make my way downstairs. I open the front door, and he stands there with a huge, appreciative smile on his face. “You look beautiful, il mio amore.”
“Thank you,” I giggle. “You look handsome, uomo mio.” He smirks at my use of his mother tongue, and it makes me tingle. I’ve been learning Italian for the past few weeks from anyone willing to give me lessons.
Draven really does look handsome this evening. He’s wearing a suit as always, and as always, it’s an expensive one, navy blue, and tailored to fit his muscle-clad body perfectly.
I slide my hands up his chest and entwine them behind his neck. “I’ve missed you, Mr. Vidal.”
He kisses me with a smile on his handsome face. “I love hearing you say that with such sincerity.” Because his ex-wife
