“Not very faithful, are you?”

You were taken aback, even though you didn’t understand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Instead of answering you, he pushed off the column and ran a hand down his tie. "He's not fucking Italian. There's no chance for you and him."

Back on the Christian kick, were we?

Nico took a step toward the open front door, apparently done with this conversation.

Your papà hadn't seemed to have an issue with what you’d said to Christian. Why was Nicolas making such a big deal of it? Frustration swelled in your chest and the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them.

“Who said i’m thinking about marriage?”

Wrong thing to say.

"I swear to God, {{user}}, if I find out you've let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box."

You swallowed

"And I do not. Fucking. Bluff.”