*Mateo’s POV*
“I suggest you request a male waiter because if she bats her lashes at you once again, I will go to jail, Mateo. I am sure you don’t want to have the mother of your children in an international jail.” Aria told me.
Thank God we didn’t have our drinks yet, because if we did, I would surely spit it right out. What in the actual f*ck?
“Aria, what in the heavens are you talking about?” I asked her, trying to hold her hand just for her to snatch it back from me.
“You can’t be that stupid, can you, Mateo?” She asked, scoffing.
“Principessa—“ I was saying when the waitress came back.
“Here you go, Mr. Lombardi.” She said, handing me my drink and placing Arias on the table. Aria raised a brow at me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name earlier.” I told the waitress.
“Oh,
