Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“A mug and hot chocolate.”
“I’ll prepare the beverage and bring it to your table.”
I shake my head. “I want to make it.”
She pulls a mug from the cupboard before retrieving the hot chocolate from the pantry. I grab milk from the fridge and pour some into a pot. After putting it on the stove so it can warm up, I pour four teaspoons of the powder into the mug.
“Do you have tiny marshmallows?” Haven asks.
“Yes, Mrs. Toscano,” the server replies, rushing to the pantry to get them.
Mrs. Toscano.
I grin like an idiot while I stare at the milk, willing it to boil faster. When the milk is finally ready, I add it to the mug and stir until there are no lumps.
Haven drops three marshmallows on top of her beverage, but before she can pick up the mug, I do. I grab her hand and lead her out of the kitchen to a living room where we’ll have privacy.
She glances around at the cream leather couches and dark wood interior, and once she sits down, I hand her the hot chocolate.
I take a seat beside her, then say, “I need your bank details.”
The mug pauses midway to her mouth. “Ahh…I was joking about the ten million.”
“I wasn’t joking when I said ‘done’.” I pull my phone out and sign in to my banking app. “Do you know your bank details off by heart?”
“No, Leo,” she gasps, placing her left hand over the screen of my phone.
“You’ll hurt yourself,” I say a little too harshly, and feeling instant remorse, I quickly soften my tone. “Be careful, principessa.”
She moves her hand to her lap and shakes her head at me. “I’m not giving you my banking details.”
“I have other ways of getting it.” I exit the app, then level Haven with a serious look. “You are aware of the fact that I’ll be taking care of you for the rest of your life, right?”
She glances away from me and drinks some of the hot chocolate.
“I’m your husband, Haven.”
She lowers the mug and stares at the brown liquid. “It’s going to take some time to get used to that.”
I give her a pleading look, which she doesn’t see. “I understand, but in the meantime, I still want to take care of you.” Taking hold of her chin, I turn her face so she’ll look at me. “Please, Haven.”
Her eyes drift over my face, then she surprises me by not arguing and whispering, “Okay.”
I lean forward and press a tender kiss to her mouth. “Thank you.”
My phone beeps, and glancing down, I see a text from the captain saying we’ve reached land.
“Are you going to give me your banking details or make me work for it?”
Her mouth lifts at the corner. “I think I’ll go with the second option. I want to see how good you are.”
“I like a challenge.” I bring up the number for the island and press dial.
“Yes, Mr. Toscano. How can we assist you?”
“I want Haven Romano’s bank details. I’m sending you a photo of her passport.”
“I’ll look out for it, Sir. Will that be all?”
“Yes.”
I end the call and go into the app for the island. After I’ve uploaded the photo, I press send.
Smiling at Haven, I say, “I should have it in ten minutes, but in the meantime, we’ve docked. Time to go.”
“Home?” Haven asks as she stands up.
Hearing her call my mansion home has a smile spreading over my face. “Yes. Home.”
I climb to my feet and take the mug from her. As we walk to the door, I place it on the nearest table.
Placing my arm around her shoulders, I lead her off the boat while Edoardo and the other guards join us.
“Mattia and Dante are here to meet us,” Edoardo informs me.
Remembering Mattia hit Haven, I say, “We’ll go with Dante.”
“Yes, boss.”
As soon as we climb into the backseat of the SUV, my phone beeps and I grin again. I pull the device out, and when I see Haven’s bank details, I mutter, “Not even ten minutes.”
“You’re kidding,” she gasps as she leans over to look at the screen. “Damn, that’s kind of impressive.”
Not giving a shit that she’s looking at my phone, I sign into my banking app and upload her details. When I type in the amount I want to transfer, she squeaks beside me.
“No changing your mind. You agreed and I’m holding you to it,” I mutter as I press send.
I’m asked to enter a code for extra security, which I do. When it shows the transaction is done, I close the app and push my phone back into my pocket.
I turn my head and glance at Haven. She looks like she’s shellshocked, just blinking with her lips parted.
“You okay?” I ask while placing my arm around her.
“I’m going to need a minute,” she whispers. “Holy shit. I can buy all the books in the world and then some.”