Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Of course.” He pulls away from me, and as he walks to Riccardo, my eyes greedily sweep over the wide expanse of his back.
“Rosie!” Gianna calls out.
For the millionth time since I started crushing on Enzo, his eyes collide with mine and he catches me staring at him.
And just like all the times before, he doesn’t show any reaction.
I walk closer to my best friend and smile at her. “Yes?”
Grinning at me, she asks, “Will you be my maid of honor?”
“What are the magic words?” I tease her.
“Please, with a cherry on top.”
Pulling her into a hug, I say, “It will be my honor, Gianna.”
I’m hit with a wave of emotion, and when she starts to sniffle, I follow hot on her heels.
“God, I’m going to get married,” she whispers. “And you’ll be there every step of the way. Dress shopping. Table placements. Flowers. Cake. Finding the right venue.”
I begin to laugh as she spirals, and pushing her backward, I lock eyes with my friend. “Deep breaths. We have months to plan the most epic wedding ever.”
“Fuck, the two of you are going to bankrupt me,” Christiano suddenly says behind me.
Seeing as he’s the head of the Falco family, he’ll pay for the wedding. Grinning, I turn around and hold out my hand to him. “Just give me your credit card so I don’t have to bug you every time we want to buy something.”
“Hell will freeze over before I give you my credit card,” he grumbles playfully before gesturing at Enzo. “Talk to him. You know he handles all the finances.”
When I glance at Enzo, he lets out a sigh while digging his wallet out of his pocket. “Here.” I’m shocked when he places his credit card in my palm, then he smirks, and it makes me forget how to function like a human being. “This way you won’t drive me insane.”
“Wow,” Gianna gasps. “You must really trust Rosie.”
Enzo keeps his eyes locked with mine. “Of course.”
The intense wave of tingles that rushes over me robs me of my ability to breathe, but then Christiano swipes the card from my hand before I can even take a good look at it. “Fuck no. I’ll still end up paying whatever she spends.” He tucks it back into Enzo’s pocket. “I forgot you have an extra soft spot when it comes to Rosie, so I’ll handle all the invoices for the wedding.”
“Me too,” Augusto says as he joins our group. “Being Riccardo’s older brother, I’ll carry half the expenses.”
I struggle to pay attention to the rest of the conversation, too busy processing that Enzo was prepared to give me his credit card.
It just means he trusts you. That’s all. Don’t go getting any ideas. He’s made it very clear he only sees you as a friend, and there will never be anything more between us.
My gaze lands on the table that’s stacked with bottles of alcohol, and not caring that I’m not twenty-one yet, I head over to it and grab a bottle of wine. While I read the label, the bottle is ripped out of my hand and set down on the table again.
When I glance to my right, Enzo’s shaking his head at me, a dark frown on his forehead. “Don’t even think about it.”
Sweet Jesus, I love it when he looks at me like he’s about to give me a spanking.
“Come on. My birthday’s in two months.”
“I’ll let you get drunk on your twenty-first but not a day before that. Got it?”
When he gets all bossy, I eat it up. There’s another burst of butterflies erupting into flight in my stomach.
Unable to stop myself, I lock eyes with him. “Hmm…” I trail my finger down the bottle. “And how do you plan to stop me?”
Enzo’s eyes narrow on me, making more tingles flood my entire body. He keeps staring me down while he finishes the whiskey in his glass, then slowly sets the empty tumbler on the table.
The next instant, he grabs hold of me, and I’m lifted bridal-style into the air as if I weigh next to nothing.
Half of me swoons unbelievably hard while the other half is stunned for a few seconds. Then laughter breaks out as Enzo heads toward the swimming pool.
I grab hold of his shoulders, practically trying to climb him like a tree while shrieking, “Don’t you dare throw me in the pool! It’s cold!”
A deep chuckle rumbles from him as our eyes lock. With our faces mere inches apart, I swear I feel the earth quake even though my feet aren’t touching the ground.
Because I’m too overwhelmed by Enzo, I forget to put up a fight, and the next instant he tosses me through the air.
When I hit the water, it’s freezing. I gasp from the icy shock to my system and accidentally breath some in. Swimming like crazy, I can’t stop myself from coughing, and it only causes me to inhale more water. My lungs burn, and panic overrides everything in me.