To my chagrin, Christian just shakes his head and tightens his arms around me, turning me again in the bed so that I’m flat on my back and he’s on top of me, his weight balanced on his forearms. “Let’s not talk about it now, Daisy,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to my neck and then to my chest ri
I laugh and, seeing Christian raise a passive hand inviting me to come sit with him, Lucy lets me go and goes to settle herself in Tony’s lap. I curl up at Christian’s side, ignoring, a bit, how close my feet are to Frankie on the other side of the couch. I mean, I try to curl up – but it’s a little
My hands are twisted anxiously together in the back seat of the car when Nico pulls up to the gates of the Romano house. “Stop that!” Lucy whispers, reaching over to smack my hands. “You look amazing! It’s all going to be fine!” I roll my eyes a little at her, not believing it. “You can dress me
Frankie – he’s honest like that. And I’m very grateful for him in my life. “Ready?” Nico asks, straightening his tie and then flicking a piece of lint off of Christian’s dark suit. “As we’ll ever be!” Lucy says, giving him a pretty smile as she wraps her arm around Nico’s, ready to be escorted i
“That’s what you get,” Nico says, laughing and following us into a living room at a more leisurely pace with Lucy on his arm. “For speaking to children! Something which I make it my policy to never do.”“Is it that you won’t speak to them?” Frankie chimes in, wry, his voice low so only we can hear,
Like I absolutely do not belong here.Christian takes a deep breath, clearly seething and not missing the message either, but he just steps back and tightens his arms around my shoulders.The room is silent and awkward for a long minute before Tony strides through the door. He skitters to a stop, th
“Seriously, Cristian?” the Don says, glaring at his son from across his desk, leaning back in his chair even though his whole body is tense. “You married the fucking stripper?”“Everyone is aware, yes?” Christian says, his eyes hard on his father, “that she’s also a student, and that dancing was her
Christian’s eyes snap back to his father’s now, and both men smirk at each other.“But,” his father says, continuing the thought for his son. “I’ve made it quite clear that I’m not going fucking anywhere.”“How’d you do it, dad,” Christian replies, a little playful, smirking at his father. “Deal wit