Chapter 8

Vincenzo

“We should paint the walls red. I don’t like the white.” Aria walked through the halls with her notebook in her hands.

“And I was thinking, how about we make the pool bigger as well?”

“If that’s what you desire.” I behaved like a perfect gentleman. Showing Aria around the house was not what I had planned for today, but going against Serena was not something I was capable of.

If anyone, she knew the feeling of walking into a stranger’s home, but situation with Aria felt a bit different. She felt comfortable, maybe even a bit too comfortable.

“So, where is our bedroom?” The girl raised her head so that she could meet my eyes. She had a big grin, showing nothing could ruin her day.

Our bedroom?

Just the thought of sleeping next to her made my blood boil.

As far as I was concerned, this marriage would be an open marriage—and since she had forced me into it, she couldn’t possibly expect for me to remain faithful.