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Page 141 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

She taps her fingers against her chin thoughtfully, then something seems to occur to her. “Ethan, you know at the Cancun wedding that there was talk about Giovanni’s heavy security being there to keep paps away because it wouldn't do for the public to find out the connection between him and Alex?”

“Hm-hmm.”

“Those armed men, the drones and the helicopters, the freaking no-fly zone… they were actually there to prevent the authorities from knowing that there’s a connection between Giovanni andyou, isn’t it?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh, my fucking God. Why didn’t Giovanni just say no? Did he have to be the flipping best man in that wedding? The most visible man after the groom?” she asks, fuming at the thought of the other man putting me in jeopardy.

“Alex wouldn’t have wanted anyone else as his best man. Giovanni is his brother,” I explain.

“What?”

“They’ve got some weird shit going on, it’s quite the story. I’ll tell you one day if you ask me nicely and you don’t sass me for a whole week.”

“That’ll be never!” she protests.

I shrug.

“And you! You could have declined the wedding invitation. It’s not like you and Alex are that close,” she accuses pointing her finger in my face.

“Exactly right? We agreed that it wouldn't be smart for both of us to be there. Now since Gino needed to be there for Alex, all he had to say was 'please', and I would have backed out of attending the wedding altogether. Of course, he didn’t want to. He made a bet with me instead”

“A bet?" I scoff in disbelief. "You mean Giovanni brought armed guards and pulled out all the stops, risking undue exposure because he didn’t want to say ‘please’ and lose a bet?”

I nod.

“And that’s the guy you say I’ll be working for?”

“He’s great, and a gentleman on most days. Trust me, I would never have you within sighting distance of anyone that would hurt you.”

“I see. So you lost the bet then?”

I nod again. "Fortunately."

“Why, fortunately? What were his terms?” she asks, curiosity written all over her face.

“Oh, nothing serious. I only had to do anything he wanted,” I answer.

“Anything? What did he want then?”

“Just some stupid shit. He made me throw a poker game.”

When Bonnie keeps looking at me confused, I elaborate. “We—the groomsmen, I mean,—played a game of poker in his room on the morning of Alex’s wedding. He ordered me to lose the game. Which was infinitely harder than I thought because Xavier is so fucking shit at playing poker, but yeah, eventually, I managed to lose.”

“Oh, my God, you’re talking about the garter thing! So it was you and Giovanni who started it with your betting games!”

“Well,hestarted it,” I clarify.

She rolls her eyes. “This is too much to deal with sober Ethan Hawthorne. I’m going to need to get drunk on a big jug of orange juice.”

I laugh. She's completely stopped drinking alcohol now. I already know she'll make a wonderful mother. She's so incredibly giving. And she knows how not to treat a child. Don't even get me started on her genes and her intelligence. Suddenly I'd like nothing more than to make a few more babies with her.

I have at least a year or two to wait before we go again. Fuck

I catch her by the shoulders when she tries to leave for her juice. "Baby," I make a sweeping gesture to both computers on the desk. “Tell me, how do you feel about all this?”

“Oh, that. I feel the same way I felt when you asked me to marry you.” She shrugs nonchalantly.




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