YOU MARRIED THE WRONG WOMAN, BILLIONAIRE!
“You were not going to run.”
“I was thinking about it.”
I laughed before I could stop myself.
A waiter came, and Rome ordered wine without looking at the menu, and then he looked at me for a long moment.
“You look beautiful tonight, Alice.”
“You said that already. On the phone.”
“I did not say it properly.” We talked.
He told me about his first week running the RK Group, and how he had fired his own driver by accident, and I told him about the port f*e chart and the face Isabella made, and he laughed with his whole chest.