I'm a practicing Catholic, meaning I kept myself pure until marriage. Not all-white pure, but I haven't had any penetrating sex with a man because that would go against my religion and I never wanted to over-complicate my life, because I didn't know who I would end up marrying.
Now I'm just supposed to marry a guy who has slept with the entire East Coast? I don't think so!
"No Papa!" I exclaim, ignoring the shocked face of Mason "Silk" Rossi.
"No?" My father's face falls and I hate to disappoint him, but I think he could've done a better job.
"No!" I reiterate, folding my arms across my chest. "I don't like him."
"Ditto." The idiot has the nerve to say, drinking languidly from his glass.
"Kids." My father holds his hands up. "Please Princess, mr.Rossi has graciously accepted the offer to marry you and take over from me."
"Indeed I have not." Silk smiles at me, his eyes roaming over my chest. Maybe I should just slap him right now to get that infuriating grin from his face.
Luizs always get what they want, and if we don't get it easily, we will make a way to make it happen anyways. I get the impression that Mason Rossi isn't easily persuaded, so my father had to pull out the stops to have him standing here.
"He is a dirty man!" I point towards him and he looks down at his impeccable suit to look for the dirt, but I'm not talking about the physical kind. "He is promiscuous!"
"Promiscuous!" He bursts out laughing. "Who the hell still uses that word? I am a man who enjoys sex, that makes me human I believe."
"Would you both please calm down." Papa says placatingly. "Princess, I have already spoken to Mason about his previous ways, I can assure you from here on out, you will be the only woman in his life. Right, Silk?"
"Right." Silk replies automatically, but he hardly sounds convincing to me.
"See?" Papa smile reassuringly at me. "Now, can we all sit down and discuss the narrative for the coming months, mmh? We have to make the world believe you are madly in love, so that when the marriage is announced, it won't be too shocking."
I can feel Silk's gaze burning on the side of my face and I'm grateful to Rachel when she hands me a cover-up so I don't feel so exposed.
I've graced the covers of magazines, posted myself in swimsuits more revealing than the one I'm wearing, but his gaze makes me feel more naked than I've ever felt. And I'm supposed to pretend that I'm in love with someone that I have no respect for.
I certainly don't plan on making anything easy for him.
We take a seat under the canopy next to the pool, the table already decked out in canapes and champagne. Maybe if I get drunk I can get used to the idea of being married to him.
The guy is handsome for sure, and he's Italian, they know how to dress. But if he thought I was going to be some pliant little wife he can control, he has another thing coming for him.
SILK My head is pounding and I groan as the sunlight hits me square in the face. Reality crashes down on me and I cover my face with a pillow. I'm an engaged man. Not officially yet, but engaged nonetheless. I lost my most lucrative business. My entire life changed in a matter of hours and now I'm hungover and horny as fuck, and there's nothing I can do about it. If I do, my balls might get cut off and sent to my mother as a Christmas present. Maybe if I refused to meet Luiz I wouldn't have been in this position right now, but I'm not stupid either. I know for a fact that man would have made a plan to get me to do his bidding. For reasons I can't fathom, he chose me out of all the men in the world to marry his daughter and run his company. And his daughter is Olivia fucking Carter. One of the most famous women in the world. Out of everything, that was probably the biggest shock. She is the face of various brands and a little over a year ago she started producing her own beauty
PRINCESS My mother smoothes my dark locks, kissing me on the cheek. I always wanted to look like her, when I was little I thought she looked like a Disney princess. Blonde, blue-eyed and beautiful. As I grew older, I realized I got the best of both of my parents. I'm tall, but I have just the right amount of curves. My hair is dark, but I inherited my mother's blue eyes. My mother is soft and my father is hard, I can be gentle when I need to be, but I can pull out my gun and shoot if I have to. "Now be nice to the boy." She points her finger at me. I snort. "He's hardly a boy!" I'm still upset my father chose that idiot for me to marry, but at this point it's a done deal. My fate has been sealed and there's not much I can do about it. We're being photographed today, we're supposed to have a fun day out with our friends. Not that I have any friends. My "friends" consists of Rachel, who is more like a sister to me. One of my mother's organizations rescued her from a human traffi