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364 pages, Paperback
First published October 19, 2023
— He supports all her ridiculous wardrobe; he even buys her outrageous shoes and sparkly things because he knows this will make her happy.
— He found a replacement for her dead fish secretly because he didn't want her to get sad.
— He bought her expensive emeralds because she wanted decoration in her fish tank. He only told her it was just some sparkly rock.
— He painted her nails and even put glitter on them.
— While wearing a gold tutu and fur slippers, she shot a mug close to him to prove a point, and instead of getting mad, this only turned him on.
— She always goes to a separate room to sleep, but every night he keeps bringing her back to their room.
— At 32%, he already knew she was sent to spy on him, but he couldn't find it in him to get angry at her. So he waited and waited for her to admit it.
— He's ott jealous, possessive, and obsessed with her. I'm really scared for those guys who get into close proximity with Sienna. 😂
— He dropped the love bomb first, and he never shied away from expressing his devotion to her.
— He was a grumpy motherfxcker but with Sienna's sunshine, he became a different person.
“Every single thing she does makes my soul glow.”
“Yellow isn’t my favorite color,” I mumble into her lips as I assault them with vigor. “You are, mila moya.”
“What do you mean there won’t be an actual wedding?” Asya’s voice comes through the line. “I only have one sister. I want to see you in a wedding dress going down the aisle!”
“Yeah, well.” I shrug and continue painting my toenails. “Maybe next time.”
“Next time? And how many times are you planning on getting married?”
“Three. That’s my lucky number.”
“You have Pasha now,” I say, staring at the ceiling. “Arturo will find someone and marry, eventually. Have kids.”
“So?”
I close my eyes. “I can’t bear the idea of being alone, Asya.”
“Arturo will never let you be alone, even when he marries. The house is large enough for ten people to live in without ever stumbling over each other.”
“I will never force myself on my brother’s family.”
“He doesn’t even have a girlfriend, Sienna. And you’re only twenty. You’ll find someone.”
“Yeah.”
“I can ask Pasha to hook you up with Kostya if you want?”
“Thanks, but no thanks. That man has slept with every woman in the Chicago area. He’s good-looking, but not my type.”
“And what is your type, sis?”
“A big, mean wolf-shifter alpha who hates everyone but me, and who’d make me the queen of his pack,” I declare and burst out laughing.
(drago’s pov)
“My room?” She pauses, eyes twinkling. “Or our room?”
I’m tempted. So fucking tempted, but can’t give in. I grab her chin and tilt her head up. “Your room, Sienna. I thought you understood that.”
“So we’re just fuck buddies who happen to be married?”
“Something like that.”
She scrunches her nose at me and swats my hand away. “Go to hell.”
I follow her with my eyes as she jumps off the counter and heads toward the door only to stop halfway to the threshold. She stands there for a few seconds, then turns around.
“From this point on, forget the fuck buddies part, Drago. I’m done,” she bites out and cocks the gun I gave her. “If I find you in my room again, you’ll witness firsthand just how much I’ve learned in those classes.”
And then, my sparkling, innocent, ray-of-sunshine wife raises her gun, aiming at the empty milk jug next to me on the counter. An epic boom echoes through the spacious kitchen as the container flies backward and ricochets off the pantry door. Someone screams. Filip and three other men burst into the room with guns drawn. They don’t even pay attention to Sienna, who is still standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding the gun in her hand, and looking cute as a button in her pink sweaterdress and fuzzy slippers. Everyone is yelling, making my head feel like it’s going to explode, but all I can see is my wife. She stares daggers at me, a wicked grin gracing her face. Everything else fades away, as usual, when she’s in the room.
”Doesn’t matter. None of my men are free. Contain your sunny attitude, it won't do any good around here.” Drago’s jaw is set in a tight line, and his nostrils are flaring.
“Why?”
He grabs the back of my chair and leans forward until his cheek brushes mine. “Because I’m the only man who’s going to bathe in your sunshine, Sienna,” he says next to my ear. “No one else.”
(drago’s pov)
Leaving the store, I send a quick message to Keva to find out what my wife is doing. I don’t like the idea of leaving her in the house if I’m not there, but it’s not like I can bring her to a torture session with me. I’ll just have to make it a quick one.
The reply from Keva arrives and I stop midstep when I look at the screen. It’s a photo of my wife crouching on the grass in front of Zeus. She’s tying a big red bow around his neck. The other two dogs are sitting on either side of Zeus, wearing the same getup.
11:16 Drago: Tell her to take that crap off my dogs. Right now.
11:18 Keva: Why? They’re cute.
11:18 Drago: Those dogs are trained for fucking combat. They’re not poodles.
11:20 Keva: They don’t seem to mind. But if you do, feel free to tell her yourself.
11:21 Drago: I’m telling you to do it.
11:23 Keva: Because you can’t say “no” to your wife?
I curse and put the phone back into my pocket.
“If I may ask, what happened with the emeralds?”
“My wife needed them.”
“Oh? Would she like them used for a beautiful bracelet? I have an amazing new designer back in Paris, I’m sure we can come up with a magnificent custom piece—”
“They weren’t for her jewelry. She needed them for her aquarium.”
My phone vibrates with an incoming message. I glance down at the screen, seeing a notification from my bank that the payment has come through.
“Excuse me? A what?”
“The glass thing with water and fish inside,” I clarify and offer him my hand. “Thank you for your business, Mr. Dubois. Pass along my best wishes to the prince.”
The Frenchman slowly rises and shakes my hand, gaping at me from behind his thick-rimmed glasses. Holding the box under his right arm, he heads toward the door but then stops at the threshold.
“Why didn’t you keep the diamond for your wife?” he asks over his shoulder.
The corner of my lips curl up. “It’s colorless.”
“Was it Tara who spilled the beans?”
“Yes. She was very distressed when she saw me throwing a handful of emeralds into the fish tank.” I smile. “Why, Drago?”
“You love sparkly things, just like I do.”
“So, why give them to me?”
“Because the most sparkling one is already in my possession, and her glow can’t compare to any rock.”