Lahat ng Kabanata ng Yours On The Dotted Line: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

I wake up in a different bedroom than I’m used to, but I can smell Dante’s cologne, so I know I’m still in my house. There’s an arm slung across my waist, holding me close to a hard body. I feel warm breaths tickling my neck, a soft snore buzzing in my ear.Then my eyes snag on the clothes strewn across the entryway—and it all comes rushing back.FUCKED. DANTE.Oh my god.And now it’s his arm wrapped around me.Shit. This was not in the plan. I wasn’t supposed to do this so soon. It was supposed to be about getting pregnant, not... five mind-blowing orgasms just because it felt good.I facepalm—hard.No time to wallow. I need to get the hell out of this bed. I glance at the clock. I have about an hour to get dressed and to work. I just can’t deal with this right now.I slowly wiggle out from under Dante’s arm, pausing every few inches to make sure he doesn’t wake up. He stirs a few times and once tries to pull me back in, but I manage to replace myself with a pillow. I’m out of the bed

“The hell you will,” Dante spits, rage lighting up his features.“Fucking hell,” I mutter, shutting my laptop. “Dante, I really don’t have time for this. This is a business meeting with someone who just happens to be an old friend—”“Friend?” Gabbi cuts in, a smirk spreading across his face. “Is that what we’re calling it these days?”A growl rumbles from Dante’s chest, and I roll my eyes.“One, Gabbi—not helpful. Two, Dante, cut the shit. This is my job. A job, I’ll remind you, that your father gave me. So back the hell off, go do whatever it is you do during the day, and we can argue about our sex life at home,” I snap.Grayson snickers from the door where Gabbi brushed past him. He stage-whispers, “That’s my favorite little ballbuster.”Gabbi’s still wearing that smug, shit-eating grin like he knows something we don’t. And Dante? Dante looks like he’d murder everyone in the room if he could.Which… makes me wonder why he’s this pissed about me leaving this morning.Well. That and a

Josiah was waiting for me when Gabbi and I came out of Daniel’s together. Daniel had packaged a cooler of desserts for the workers at my office and made me make two more reservations within the next month to ensure I’d see him again.“Hey, Josiah. What’s going on?” I ask as we step out of the restaurant. He’s always around, but usually in the shadows. I typically see him in the mornings right before I leave and then again in the evenings—not in between.“Nothing. I was just told to make sure you got back to the office okay,” Josiah says, giving me a smile, then glaring at Gabbi.I roll my eyes. “Let me guess—Dante?”Josiah gives me a wide grin. “The Don would also like for you to call him ASAP.”That gets my attention—and gives me the perfect reason to leave Gabbi’s company. I loved him long ago, but his constant flirting and innuendo… it’s too much. Especially after I already told him no.I turn to Gabbi. “I’m sorry. I should really head back alone if I’m supposed to speak with Rafel.

It’s Sunday at 7:00, and we’re sitting down for the meal with Dante’s family, as outlined in the contract, for the first time.After Dante’s act of jealousy with Gabbi—and the subsequent transcendent sex a few days ago—he pulled his disappearing act again. I haven’t seen him, haven’t even heard from him beyond the text reminding me about dinner tonight. We even came to his parents’ house separately.Honestly, I don’t know why I was surprised. This is Dante’s MO. He lets a little bit of his feelings out and then proceeds to do everything he can to deny it. It honestly isn’t surprising, just... disappointing.Too bad for him, he missed the window where I was ovulating, so there’s no more guaranteed sex for him this month.I’ve made the decision that I’m not going to deny myself sex with Dante. A girl has needs, and Dante definitely knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. But I’m also not going to feel obligated to sleep with him outside of what the contract mandates.Why should I punish my

I’m so glad I have a driver with me tonight so I can spill my guts out to Grayson and Emily on the way home. I tell them everything: how pampered Rocco and Bianca are that they couldn’t even help their mom in the kitchen, how lovely Emilia is, how Rafel put me on the spot about Gabbi, and how Dante and Bianca cornered me in the bathroom.“Son of a bitch! I seriously can’t believe you got stuck with such a rotten family!” Emily squeals into the phone.“Seriously, Em? They’re fucking mafia. You don’t turn out a son like Dante without being a little messed up yourself. I’m just sad this is your life, Q. You seriously don’t deserve this,” Grayson says.“If it wasn’t for my father’s debts, things wouldn’t be like this. Honestly, if it weren’t for Stefan and the company, I’d let him deal with it. I mean, it’s not like he really cares about me—he sold me off to a mafia family without even consulting me,” I mutter. If there’s anything this month and a half of marriage to Dante has taught me, i