Love Me Again, Ex-Wife

IZZY The sounds of moans and grunts grew louder as I approached my fiance's bedroom one step at a time. Our contract marriage was supposed to happen tomorrow. But here he was, being utterly reckless.I snorted in amusement, suppressing the annoyance that simmered inside of me as I grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open. The shameless duo scrambled apart from each other the moment I stepped in. Darren stared at me, an annoyed expression on his face."What are you doing here?" He demanded, and I cracked a smile, settling down on a chair in the room, my legs crossed. My fiance let out a string of curses as he raked his fingers through his messy blond hair, and the unfortunate woman in his bed grabbed her possessions and hightailed it out of the room. "You still haven't answered my question," Darren snapped, pulling up his pants. "You breached our contract, Darren," I drawled, rising to my feet.He frowned, confusion written all over his face."What the hell is that supposed to

LUCA I watched her as she stared at me with eyes that mirrored her disbelief. I couldn't blame her. To her, we were pretty much strangers. Yet, there I was, claiming that I wanted her permission to be her shield. The truth was, I meant it. There was no other person in the world I would risk my life to protect. She didn't know that yet. "You're insane," she said, her eyes growing cold. She was fucking hot when she was pissed. I'd seen this expression several times, and no matter how many times I did, my heart always fluttered in my chest. "I don't know what you really want from me, but you're not going to get it," she said, and my gaze drifted to the fullness of her cherry pink lips. The memory of the way she'd kissed me the previous night replayed itself in my head, and I felt myself harden. It was useless. I had no self-control when it came to her. Somehow, she always shattered my defences every single time. Even worse, I would gladly let her ruin me. "Get away from me wh

IZZY I stared at the contract document in front of me, my grip on my pen tightening. "You're going to burn a hole into the paper," Luca said, and I looked up at him. We were both in his study, seated on opposite sides of his desk. I still couldn't help but worry about the message I'd received earlier. "Is there a reason why you're doing this?" I asked, and he leaned back on his seat, a blank expression on his face. "I thought we agreed not to pry into each other's private life," he droned, and I narrowed my eyes at him. "It's not fair. You know too much about me," I snapped. He stared at me for a while. Then he spoke. "It's similar to yours. I need a wife if I'm to take over my father's company," he replied, and I frowned, unconvinced. "You look more like you belong in the underground business," I muttered, and he smirked. "You think so? Well, if you’re having second thoughts, now would be the time to walk away." "What?" I frowned. Luca leaned forward, his heated ga