DAVIE

Faced my window and stared at the clouds as they darkened, I smiled and poured myself a generous amount of whiskey and downed it in one before walking back to my office chair.

Romeo walked into the room slowly, the heavy door to my office closed with a soft kick of his heel before he came to stand across from me. Romeo being one of the few people who knew my marriage to Olivia was a sham.

" You just had a wedding, bro, why are you still working? "

I licked my lower lip and stood, stretching as I did, and turned my gaze to the window in my office. I could hear Romeo walking around the desk as I leaned against it and crossed my arms.

I tell him with a smirk, she's beautiful, but still can't be trusted I have to make sure I can trust her

I laughed, a little awkward thinking of my innocent bride and the disgust I had for her father and wondered how she's going to cope and react when she comes to see the real me and how she got to marry me.

Romeo giving me a hard stare and I know what's in his mind, but I don't care, not that he should too, I never brought up the idea Anthony did and I had no choice but to accept just to taunt him, with the rumor circulating Anthony cared so much about his daughter and I can't wait to make him pay for what he did while I use his daughter against him, but first I had to trust Olivia.

"Olivia" I dare to say her name, the sound of my smooth voice seems to linger in the space between us. I don't wait for him to acknowledge me-or her, rather.

Romeo giving me another stare, probably wondering what's wrong with me today.

We move to another floor in my hotel, where I normally meet with clients. Taking a long breath and a long drag from my cigarette, raised eyebrow at the man sitting across from me.

Amado smirks at me, leaned back In his chair" Eleven million".

His head tilted waiting for my reaction, Eleven million? Yeah, I doubt it. There are very few pieces of art out there that are worth this much, and somehow I doubt Manolo's managed to acquire one.

"I'm intrigued." The corner of my mouth curls up in a challenge. Feeling restless tonight, and if Amado is looking to lead me on, then he might be in for a surprise.

At the table my face automatically straightens up to my default expression-annoyance, my upper lip twitching, for a fight or more whiskey, I don't know.

My glass tipped up, downing the contents and enjoying the burn. I take out another cigarette and light it, staring into his eyes.

"I'd check with my mates in the back, and I'd signal you." The satisfaction written all over his face as he stands to leave, ending our brief meeting.