One irresistible night, and I'm f*ed.
Quite literally. It was nice. Hell, it was mindblowing.
But between my folks being uptight that I've only just recently turned 18 - and his super strict Italian parents - especially after his dad finds out I was a virgin. Sorry, Aronne - forgot to mention that. Also forgot to mention my recent graduation wasn't from college.
He's pissed. So is everyone but me. I don't regret it, but what I do regret is being forced to marry him. His dad will disown him, and it's looking like my mom is ready to throw me out, too.
The next time we're together, now as man and wife. Well, Aronne knows how to send me over the edge. But he leaves me feeling used. Because he's gone. My deception was too much, and he flies off to manage the company business in South America.
When he comes home two years later, I'm expecting it's to finalize the divorce. He wasn't expecting the baby bearing his name, and I wasn't expecting him to break down my defenses and win me back.
