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The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize (The Billionaire's Legacy 8)

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“As one in possession of masculinity that might be considered rampant, I’m not sure what the issue is.”

She sputtered, followed by a strange coughing sound. “I don’t even know what that means,” she said.

“You were the one who coined the phrase, not me. I think it’s fairly self-descriptive. And I find well suited to me. A kind of masculinity that can’t be contained.”

“I think it makes it sound like a weed.”

“A virulent one.”

“I just… I don’t find any of that relatable.”

“Of course not. You don’t possess rampant masculinity.”

“I meant romances.”

“I see,” he said, something goading him to continue pushing her. To see where this conversation would go. He couldn’t guess at her game. Couldn’t read any calculation on her face, and not simply because of the darkness that shrouded them. “What exactly is it you find unrelatable?”

She paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice was muted. “Well, he always finds the wallflower interesting, doesn’t he?”

“Who?”

“The hero. He finds the strange girl fascinating. Wants to know more about her. Men don’t. For the record, they never do. As you said, they like women boring. You like them boring. Or at the very least, they don’t like them weird. Plus, there’s all that racing heart, sweating palms business. Aching body parts.”

“Your body parts don’t…ache?”

She growled, a small feral sound. “That’s horribly embarrassing.”

“You’re the one who brought us here,” he said, lying. He had led the entire thing for just such a moment. “You can’t get mad at me for building off it.”

“I can get mad at you for whatever I like,” she said, sounding completely regal again.

Silence settled between them. Finally, he spoke again. “We are, by the way.”

“You are what?”

“We are fascinated by the wallflower. At least, I was tonight.”

“You were not. You were bored.”

“I was bored by the businessman who couldn’t stop telling me about his portfolio. I was bored with Samantha. And I did not look down her dress. But you… You’re the one person in that room that I couldn’t predict. That I couldn’t figure out. I had to follow you when you left the room because I had no idea where you were going, or what you intended to do. Very few people surprise me, Gabriella, but you do.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m not here to surprise you. I’m not really here to do anything to you. I’m just supposed to find that painting, which of course we haven’t done yet. And I…I’m playing secretary to you and having to face the kinds of social situations I would rather eat a handful of bees than contend with.”

“Well, don’t eat a handful of bees. It sounds incredibly unpleasant.”

“These kinds of things are unpleasant. Even more so when I look like this. At least when I have my team of people making me look…polished… At least then people are fooled for a few moments. Right now, my outside kind of matches my inside.”

“Why is that a problem?”

“I just told you.”

“I don’t think that’s all of it.”

She shifted next to him. “I don’t know. When I’m in costume—so to speak—at least when people reject me they’re rejecting this strange version of me that isn’t who I see in the mirror every day. Princess Gabriella is something I put on when I go out. But otherwise, I’m just me. And right now, it feels very much like all of those people out there ignoring me are rejecting real pieces of me.”

“No one is rejecting you. It’s my fault for having you come here as an employee. You are definitely being treated as such.” He found that he felt a little bit contrite about the situation. And he was never contrite.

“That’s my own set of issues, I suppose. I don’t make very much sense, Alex. That’s the real problem. I want to be left alone. I want to be anonymous. But… Not always. Not every time. Just once it would be nice to have a handsome man look at me and cross the room to be by my side.”



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