Kisses

"You have to come with me or make sure that woman leaves my life. I can't risk everything going to hell," I abruptly stand up from the couch. "We have to leave. The wedding documents are already in process and in the hands of that darn lawyer who's holding my inheritance hostage."

"She's jealous, and I'm completely sure she'll try to ruin your life. But not everything is bad because she thinks you're in love," I tense up at the realization that everything he's saying makes sense.

"Leave that bottle," I order. "It's time to go. I can't have Lucero in the house for too long. She's not a nanny to be chasing after ita'."

"Not to be nosy, but I'd like to know what ita' means," he furrows his brow and I can't help but laugh.

"I said it out loud, didn't I?" He nods. "It means Italian, and it's better to call her ita' instead of saying her name."

I curse under my breath because I know he won't let me live it down. He'll say I gave a cute nickname to the girl who's my fake wife. I won't d