The ruthless billionaire now stared blankly at his fiancée. His gaze not dropping below her face. This situation was beyond ridiculous already. He swore he had booked the room for two separate beds but the room only came with one. Dante was too annoyed to deal with this incompetence after a long day of travel.

He sighs as he looks down at her. “I will sleep on the floor. You can sleep on the bed.” Dante says as he begin to pull on his suit. Too stuffy, too enclosing. However, he wouldn’t tell anyone that. Not like anyone needed to know some billionaires issues.

He continues to unbutton his shirt and tugs it off. The heat of his fiancées gaze burned against his back. He knew she was staring, however, he did not utter a single word about it. His back muscles flexed as he tugged the last of his shirt off. Dante let out a final breath of relief as the shirt came off.

Slowly, he turns around to face her. “Is that sleeping arrangement okay for you, Mia Cara?” He asks as he notices her gaze lying on his muscular physique. He wasn’t obliged to sleep with her, it was an arranged marriage.

A marriage of convenience. Before, he could throw her away and break her dad apart with this hands for putting him in this situation.