At times, he’d been a cruel asshole. Always critical. Always pushing her like he wanted her to go running back to her father. Something didn’t seem right, but she also didn’t want the picture he painted. All the unnecessary deaths as well as the life living with him that she hated. There was no reason to it. At least, she didn’t think so.
“Fine.”
“What do you want in a man, Alex?”
She lifted her gaze to look into his blue eyes. There had been a few times over the past couple of months when she had felt his eyes held pure evil, especially when he had nothing nice to say.
Tonight, they seemed soft, almost calm and beautiful.
“I-I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”
“Okay, what about marriage?”
She tried to tug her hand away, but he held on to her, making it impossible for her to let go. Forcing a smile to her lips, she glanced around the restaurant. “I’m not trying to be difficult, but I never imagined getting married.”
“You didn’t.”
“No. I never fantasized about my wedding dress, or what the big day would be, not even the guy I would be marrying. I guess I figured no man would be strong enough to get past my dad.”
“I am.”
“Not quite. We weren’t exactly a loved-up couple. This is a business arrangement. You wouldn’t have looked at me twice.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know to a certain extent, Roman. I’ve seen the women you’ve been with.” She didn’t like the thought of him being with the other women. Again, she tried to tug her hand away, but he wasn’t releasing her.
Gritting her teeth, she glared at him, but he merely tilted his head to the side as if they were only having a conversation.
“You’ve never met the women I’ve been with.”
“Two of them came to the wedding. I know because I overheard the women saying how ridiculous it made me look. Are you going to tell me that they weren’t there?”
He cleared his throat. “They weren’t supposed to be there. It’s why I had them escorted away as soon as possible.”
“You didn’t use them? You know, to make the wedding night sweeter?” she asked.
“Did you want me to fuck you on our wedding night?”
“No.” She didn’t know why she’d brought up his mistresses or ex-girlfriends, or whatever they were called. “Will you please let go of my hands?”
“You’re angry.”
“I’m not angry.”
“Jealous?”
“I don’t have anything to be jealous about.” She had never felt jealous. Not a moment in her life.
Roman smiled.
“I don’t know why you’re smiling.”
“Simple, you’re jealous.”
“Whoever you sleep with is none of my business.”
“So, in your ideal marriage, you wouldn’t care if your husband was with other women.”