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The Wrong Bernardi all this over five bites
I picked up the avocado and cut it in half.Upstairs, the sound of the water changed. Aiden wasn’t crying anymore. Now he was rambling, softer, broken up, the kind of tired-kid commentary that meant he had surrendered but still wanted the world to know he had opinions.“Don’t get it in my eyes.”“I won’t.”“If it gets in my eyes, I’ll be sad.”“I know.”“And Mami will be mad.”“I know that too.”“And Elmo says bad words.”“Elma.”“Yeah, Elmo.”I smiled at the avocado.Damn it.This was dangerous.Not because Rhysand flirted with me. I could handle that. The man could stand too close, smile too slowly, speak in a voice that made normal women forget their email passwords, and I could still save myself with sarcasm and a pair of expensive heels.This was the dangerous part.The sound of running water in my son’s bathroom.Aiden letting that man wash his hair.Rhysand not sounding awkward, not sounding annoyed, not sounding like he was performing the role of a good man because he wanted s
The Wrong Bernardi a man, a toddler, and my last nerve
I looked at Aiden.Aiden looked back at me from Rhysand’s shoulder with wet eyes, flushed cheeks, and a little face that looked far too much like the man holding him.Rhysand didn’t say anything. Because if he offered right away, I might grab one of the orange cones and turn it into a legal instrument.“Elma can give you a bath,” I said.Aiden shook his head. His lower lip pushed out again. “Uncle Car.”“Uncle Car does not work at a spa.”“I don’t want water.”“Water isn’t asking for your opinion.”“I want Uncle Car.”Rhysand finally looked at me.Not with an obvious request. Not with some tiny victory. Not like a man who knew my son had just handed him an invitation to step farther into a space I hadn’t opened yet.He just looked at me.Waiting.Again.Damn him and this character development I never asked for.I closed my eyes for a second. In the kitchen, the little timer went off. My chicken was probably fine. I wasn’t. But clearly the chicken had priorities.“Five minutes,” I said
The Wrong Bernardi mean boss
I opened the fridge and pulled out chicken, cilantro, limes, tomatoes, avocado, cheese, and the leftover arepa dough. Then baby potatoes, sweet corn, and the glass bowl of hogao I’d managed to save from Saba last night before he claimed it as an academic right.“DON’T TOUCH THE LAVA!” Aiden yelled outside.I sliced a tomato. “Don’t touch the lavender, pequeño tyrant,” I muttered.The knife moved quickly over the cutting board. Tomatoes, onions, cilantro. The kitchen slowly went from an arena for bad thoughts to a place I could control. Oil heated in a pan. Garlic went in. The smell rose, soft and sharp, soothing in the way only Colombian food and threats from Mama over the phone could be.I seasoned the chicken with salt, lime, garlic, a little cumin, then laid it in the pan until the hiss filled the kitchen. Through the window, I saw Rhysand holding one of the cones now.Aiden gave a tiny clap.I immediately looked back at the chicken.No.I was not going to stand in my kitchen weari
The Wrong Bernardi i am only protecting the lavender
We turned onto the street toward my house.A few seconds later, we heard it.BEEP.A tiny horn.I immediately sat up straighter.“No.”BEEP BEEP.Rhysand slowed the car.In front of my house, the driveway had turned into something between Formula One, an expensive daycare, and an unfinished coup.Aiden was in the middle of it all with his red Swiss car.My son had changed out of his preschool uniform into a little white T-shirt, gray shorts, sneakers, and blue sunglasses sitting crooked on his face because one of his ears had apparently decided not to cooperate with fashion. His black fringe fell over his forehead, his cheeks were round and red, and he was standing half inside the red car with one hand raised.Behind him was a small gang he had apparently managed to recruit in less than an hour.A neighbor girl sat on a pink scooter wearing a unicorn helmet, looking extremely serious for someone whose vehicle had glitter on it. A little boy on a balance bike was holding an orange cone
The Wrong Bernardi fatherhood, pending approval
And in the middle of all of it, there was one thing I couldn’t ignore no matter how many times I tried: the way Rhysand treated Aiden. Not with manufactured sweetness, not with the overdone effort adults usually made when they wanted a little kid to like them. But with something quieter. Steadier.Like yesterday, when Aiden proudly dragged him into a “race briefing” in the driveway, Rhysand actually crouched down and listened to the absurd rules about the “lava line” and the “gelato pit stop” like they were the most serious things in the world. He didn’t even laugh at Aiden to his face; he just nodded, asked one or two small questions, and somehow made Aiden feel like he was commanding the whole operation.That was what made me hesitate. Because I knew his history with women had never been simple, if anything it leaned toward complicated, full of distance, full of things I had no desire to dig into any deeper. But with Aiden... that distance wasn’t there.Just a patience that was stra
The Wrong Bernardi absolutely not, apparently negotiable
Shit.Because apparently today hadn’t already contained enough criminal gelato, wedding gowns, a kind fiancée, a dinosaur bandage, and an Italian man with enough sexual ability to make a veil catalog feel like a legally sanctioned weapon.“How flat?”He looked confused. “Completely.”“Interesting..”“We noticed what might be a small nail. We can call service.”“How long?”“Maybe forty-five minutes. Could be an hour.”I looked at my heels. Cream leather. Four inches. Made in Italy, ironically enough, because that country kept ruining my life across multiple industries.“I’ll order an Uber.”“You don’t have to.”I turned.Rhysand was already standing beside the Aston Martin with the key in his hand. “I’ll drive you.”“No.”“We live on the same street.”I narrowed my eyes.Rhysand handed the key back to the valet for a moment, walked around to the passenger side of the Aston Martin, then opened the door. “You can stand on the sidewalk until Beverly Hills becomes its own country,” he said
The Wrong Bernardi Dawn Found Me Guilty
Morning arrived far too politely for something that should have come in carrying a fire extinguisher.I woke before the sun was fully up, with pale light slipping through the gap in Rhysand’s suite curtains and falling over my skin like an accusation.For a few seconds, I didn’t move.There were ge
The Wrong Bernardi Bad Boy Kiss Better
He picked up his whiskey and took a small sip. It’s too easy. Too controlled. I wanted to disturb him. I wanted to make him lose his flat fucking face. I wanted something tonight to be messy, unmanaged, not wrapped in family and money and shame.“I’m not a good man, Maya,” he said quietly.“I know.
The Wrong Bernardi Tequila and Bad Idea
Late night, I’m at a beachside club with a glass of tequila in front of my face and a bartender looking at me like I’m an expensive potted plant that had suddenly started smoking.His name was probably Kai. Or Koa. Or something very Hawaiian and very undeserving of being dragged into the Bernadi fa
The Wrong Bernardi The Door Was Unlocked
After spending the entire day making sure my wedding did not turn into a disaster with expensive flowers, I finally collapsed onto the bed in my suite, one foot still in a heel and the other already surrendered to humanity.Tomorrow, I’m going to become Mrs. Bernadi.That should have made me blush,
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