OLIVIA

Three weeks had passed since our charade of a wedding. And for the most part, Davie stayed out of my way, and that was precisely the way I liked it. He'd slept in the house only twice in those three weeks, and on both occasions he'd insisted on sleeping without a shirt on.

The first time he had stayed, I had been scared to go to sleep in case he tried to take advantage of me. But, after a few hours of me lying there staring at him, it had become perfectly clear that he had absolutely no intention of doing so.

I wasn't exactly his type, was I!

Once I realized that, I hadn't been able to help myself from lifting the sheets for a sneak peek while he'd been asleep.

And sweet Lord, I hadn't been disappointed. He may have been the devil incarnate, but he had the body of a god. And his morning swell was a sight to behold. I could understand why half of the Italian beauties were after him – although they obviously didn't realize what an arrogant, stupid and evil asshole he was.

Davie had slept at home the previous night too, and I had woken in the early hours of the morning with my hand on his waist. My cheeks had burned with embarrassment and shit!! I drooled. Could he feel my hand on his hot skin and my slimy saliva on his shirt ?

Did he even care?

Oh, God, did he think that I wanted him?

Shit! I facepalmed myself.

I should have moved it and then scooted back over to my

side of the bed, but all I could think about was how enticing his sexy curvy lips were as I tried to stop my shaky hands from touching his lips. I wondered if the muscles in his stomach were as deliciously perfect, and considered sliding my hand down further to check out for myself.

As I lay there watching him and touching his skin, I felt a churning between my thighs that started to turn into a painful throbbing. I decided that I needed to stop touching his incredible, gorgeous body and go back to sleep.

But, of course, I hadn't been able to get back to sleep after that. My body was nervous with sexual energy, and I'd been terrified that I'd wake up with my whole body loosely over him instead of just my hand. I could just imagine the arrogant look on his face if that had happened. So, I got up early and listened to music in the den.

I was in the kitchen, having just made a fresh pot of coffee, when he walked into the room in just his boxer briefs. My eyes were drawn to his private area of their discretion.

I turned away to avoid looking at him.

Asshole!

' Buenos días, mi Àngel, he said, his voice low and

raspy.

I shook my head, and then I turned back to face him.

He'd taken to calling me angel because he thought it bothered me, which it did, but I wasn't going to let him know that.

'Morning. There's fresh coffee if you're interested?' I forced a smile.

'You made coffee?' he flashed an eyebrow at me.

'I thought Victoria took care of that and the rest?'

'Yeah, she does,' I said with a nod. 'But I woke up first.'

He eyed me giving a wary look and I felt my skin tingle in irritation. What exactly was wrong with him? Raising my eyebrow at him, did he think I'd risk myself right now to poison his coffee or sort?

'My Tía, is coming over today,' he said as he poured himself a cup of the hot, coffee. 'She's just came back from her "Medical Conference", in Europe, and she's eager to come over and meet my wife.'

I looked at him from the edge of my coffee. 'Okay?'

He crossed the kitchen in a blink of an eye until he was standing so close to me, I could smell his scent from yesterday's night, and it made my stomach tingle with somewhat feelings.

'And I expect you to be on your best behavior and attitude while she's here, no loopholes at all', he snarled.

I looked directly into his eyes. His dark brown eyes flared up with rage, and his dusting of dark hairs above his lips made him look cool.

Shit! Why did he always have to look so damn sexy and hot? I scratched my hair nervously to try to keep my beating heart and blushing checks in place, but it didn't do much.

'I will sure,' I said with a smile, keeping my relaxed face intact. Best behavior, okay, no biggie, I told myself mentally.

'I'm not joking, Olivia. My Aunt thinks that this marriage is for real. She believes that we're in love and have it all going, like the normal lovely couple. It will really break her heart and make her disappointed and sad if she finds out the truth about this marriage', so Olivia be good.

I nodded absentmindedly at him. Did the King of Italy, who had everything within his palm, just show his vulnerability?

'You get me?' he said, his voice as smooth as Adonis.

Yes. I get, I said to him.

Suddenly, he didn't look as vicious but seemed a little more normal than he had before.