CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1
Too sincere.
My heart started racing, confusion mixing with suspicion. Why was he agreeing so easily? Where was the sarcasm? The refusal? The fight?
He hated me. I was sure of it. Or at least, he enjoyed pushing my buttons far too much to suddenly want to “bond.”
“Thank you, son,” Sandro said warmly, clearly relieved. “That means a lot to me.”
Of course it did.
My mum turned toward me then, her expression hopeful. “It would be good for you, Rhaena,” she said gently. “You’ve always wanted more responsibility.”