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We finally passed through both doors before being showered with flower petals and he looked down at me with annoyance as he swatted a few out of his face.

“What?” I whisper-yelled. “You’re looking at me like I did this.”

With a faint groan we reached the car and he opened the door for me.

“How chivalrous.” I cast him a glance and he forced me in before slamming the door shut. I’m not happy about this either, pal.

I fastened my seat belt, crossed my arms over my chest and angled my body away from him as he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the ignition.

“You’re still a rebellious teenager, I see,” he casually said and drove off. Ignore him. “You’re married to the most handsome man in the city, what’s with the face?”

In pure disbelief my head snapped to him, jaw practically on the floor.

“Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position?” He cast me a glance before his eyes were back on the road.

“Great. How long till they get here?”

He stepped on the breaks and my body jolted forward before my head hit the headrest and I groaned.

“That’s not nice.” He grinned and my eyes narrowed at him.

We reached the second venue in no time, and he led us up to a private room. I stepped inside first but froze, a soft smile spreading across my lips.

“Cesar…” I tried to hurry toward him but Antonio’s fingers were already wrapped around my nape forcing me to a chair in the corner of the room. “Hey!” I protested, reaching back and he shoved me onto the chair.

“Sit.”

“Still not a dog.” I got to my feet but with a firm hand on my shoulder he pushed me back down.

“Stay.” He placed both hands on the armrest on either side of me, lowering his face to mine. “Or I’ll tie a leash around your neck and really treat you like a dog.”

My head pulled back in surprise, and he and Cesar both made their way across the room, standing in front of a table with various electronic devices, their backs to me.

They conversed in Italian, naturally, and I crossed my arms over my chest, rolling my eyes. With the intention of finding something to do, I trailed my eyes around the room and spotted a mini fridge.

I jumped up and walked over before yanking the door open. Perfect.

I grabbed some snacks and found myself back on the chair.

After finishing, I scrunched up the packet and launched it across the room, hitting the back of Antonio’s head.

I watched his shoulders rise with a deep inhale before he turned to face me and I smiled. “I was aiming for the trash can.” I pointed to his left and he looked down before his dark gaze settled back on me. “Oops.”

As if I didn’t exist, both men were occupied again and I groaned, slouching lower. I glanced at the clock on the wall every ten seconds until five minutes passed, and my eyes stayed fixed on the door.

I looked back at the two of them and with their backs still toward me, I steadily got to my feet.

Quietly peeling my heels off, I tip toed to the door. I cast one last glance over my shoulder before slowly pushing the handle down.

I pulled the door open and stepped out but came face to face with Kiril. Great.

“Going somewhere, Miss Nirah?” he purposefully raised his voice and I squeezed my eyes shut in defeat.

With my best smile I looked back but neither of them were even paying us any attention, so I sighed.

“Just wanted to find the bathroom,” I lied.

“Find me a leash, Kiril,” Antonio called out—still not looking at either of us—and my eyes widened.