All Chapters of Yours On The Dotted Line: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The house is gorgeous. It’s a sprawling, one-story villa right on the beach—five suites, a gym, an infinity pool, even an organic garden for the chef to harvest from. The place is insane.Like I’ve said before, my family is well off and I’ve traveled across the globe, staying in villas and five-star hotels. But this place? It obnoxiously screams Small Fortune. It’s dripping money to the point that I’m afraid to touch anything.“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Luciano,” the concierge, Teva, greets us with a bright smile.“Good morning, Teva. You can call me Quinn,” I say.Dante just grunts. Asshole.“Very good, Mrs. Quinn. Mr. Luciano. The chef is preparing your welcome meal—it’ll be ready in about twenty minutes. That gives you time to freshen up and pick whichever suite you’d like. Of course, there’s the main honeymoon suite, but some couples prefer one of the others.”“You can place Mr. Luciano’s baggage in the honeymoon suite. I’d like mine placed in whichever suite is furthest from tha

The water is warm and a beautiful opaque azure blue. It’s so quiet and peaceful beneath the surface. Josiah, Dante, and our instructor—a young Polynesian man named Kaipo—are in the water with me, but it’s so still down here, I could easily imagine I’m alone.Sound becomes more of a movement in the water; I can feel when a fish—or one of the men—gets close to me.Rather than traditional snorkeling, Kaipo taught us how to use small air tanks so we could explore for longer. It makes a huge difference. No need to keep surfacing, no need to rush. I can just breathe and drift.I took what Dante said to heart about wearing something he’d jerk off to. I didn’t go with one of my more revealing suits—needed something I could move in without flashing the entire reef—but that didn’t mean I didn’t tease a little. All of my suits show something, and this one? High-cut Brazilian bottoms and a top with just enough coverage over my cleavage… but with a cheeky cutout under the curve of my breasts.When

Dante took amazing care of me. He washed and conditioned my hair, massaging my scalp with slow, tender movements. He even washed my back—but stopped there.“I’m holding on by a thread, cara mia. I can’t touch you any more than this,” he groaned into my ear.I hid my smirk and moved away to finish washing myself.Then he pulled me back, his voice a gentle rumble in my ear. “Rilassati, cara mia. Sono qui per te.” (Relax, my dear. I’ve got you.)I closed my eyes, letting his hands glide softly up and down my arms. But the moment of peace didn’t quiet the question still gnawing at me.“Why is this happening?” I asked quietly. “Who’s after me—and what do they want?”Dante rested his cheek on top of my head. “I don’t know, cara. It’s only been threats until now. I don’t think they were trying to kill you—but they definitely wanted to scare you. I just can’t figure out if it’s about your family, my father… or me.”I tensed. “My family? Why would anyone be after my family?”He sighed. “Your f

I hate that our “honeymoon” was marred by the air tank incident, because honestly? It’s been one of the best times of my life.Dante is actually decent company. He’s funny, attentive, and a surprisingly good conversationalist. Well-read, well-traveled… not at all the playboy caricature I’d expected.Even though the tank situation was terrifying, Dante took my mind off it without pandering or lying. He didn’t downplay it—he just helped me feel safe.Today’s our last day in Bora Bora. Our plane leaves tonight. The house staff are packing our bags, and Dante and I are taking a final glass-bottom boat tour of the islands. Unsurprisingly, Josiah is driving. He’s led most of our excursions, usually paired with another guard.Today, that second guard is one of the younger ones—Michael. It’s his first trip with the Luciano family, which means he’s got to be very good at what he does. I’ve tried to get to know all the guards a little, since we spend so much time together, but Michael is rather

It’s been about a week since I started my new position at the Luciano side of Rothschild’s Reads.I thought it was strange that Don Luciano insisted on keeping my family name as the company’s headliner—until I realized they needed it for legitimacy.Seems I’m not the only thing my father whored out.I haven’t spoken to Dante since that first morning back. At first, I chalked it up to conflicting schedules. I was busy adjusting to the new role. But after a few days? Yeah… he was clearly avoiding me.Whatever. Honestly, it’s a relief. One less thing to worry about.Don Luciano gave us a break from family dinners this week—our little “honeymoon grace period,” he said. So on Saturday evening, I convinced Mrs. Hughes to let me cook and invited Emily over.“Girl, this place is…” Emily says as she steps inside, eyeing Dante’s sleek penthouse.“Sterile? Heartless? Like a mausoleum?” I offer, leading her to the kitchen where I’m finishing a shrimp and scallop pasta.She laughs, the sound echoin