face...It’s about who stays real behind your back!”
Antonio’s gut clenched. He didn’t know why he reacted to that post but he did. He’d known all too long how much he could trust very few people. And that post really grabbed him. He was utterly amazed at the fact that Ms. Lucy Shillerton loved that quote enough to post it on her page.
Again, he was always assessing people. What you choose to like and post says a lot about you as a person. He thought Lucy was going to have only pinups of hot looking men or crazy, self-serving tenets but no, Lucy seemed different. She was a woman who thought deep. Antonio couldn’t argue with that. But it meant he would have to tighten up his game plan. She seemed like a woman who wouldn’t change her mind that easily with what he had to say. Still, he was going to do what he had to do. Whether or not he liked her. Business was business and his grandfather was his business and she’d better not go through with her plan to give him a heart-attack-inducing wedding to the gold-digging girlfriend he’d found ... or else.
Antonio powered down his phone and attached it to his charger in the kitchen before grabbing a drink from the fridge and heading to the solarium. He sat down on his patio chair and scanned the gorgeous Toronto skyline with all the skyscrapers and the lake nearby. The sun was setting and the sky was a reddish hue now mixed with blue. He leaned back and took a swig of his lager. He should be out with his cousin Lucas winding down at one of the exclusive clubs in the city for guys like them. But then that would be a distraction he didn’t want right now. His mind was on one subject. And it killed him inside to think about it.
Lucy Shillerton.
He wondered what she was doing now—on a Friday night?
CHAPTER THREE
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L ucy did not have a good weekend.
It had all gone to hell.
It was Monday morning and she was still worked up over the events of Friday afternoon. All she could do was think about Antonio and his threat to her and her business. What on earth was she going to do? She’d just finished up a general meeting with the rest of her team in the boardroom to prepare for the outstanding weddings they had upcoming. She was not happy about the report from Mr. Petri, their bookkeeper. Their company was a little behind in some of their payments with their contractors. Thankfully, the deposit Mr. Romero, senior, had given them for his Fun Birds themed wedding helped pay their lease or it would not have been renewed.
“Okay, so what’s going on, girlfriend?” Maxine probed as she crossed her legs in a chair across from Lucy.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on now. I can tell something’s on your mind.”
Yeah, I need to get a life. Heck, maybe she's right about me needing to get laid, too.
Lucy didn’t want to admit it but as much as Antonio Romero, III terrified her, she was deeply attracted to his charm and his seemingly sexual prowess. There was something present she just could not describe. Heck, she’d fantasized about him all weekend when she wasn’t lying awake wondering how she was going to pull off the next weddings without any more possible lawsuits from stunts gone wrong.
“It’s nothing.”
“Yeah, right. You’re talking to me . Maxine!”
“Okay, fine.” Lucy spilled it to Maxine as to what happened on Friday night after Maxine left for the dentist.
“Oh, that guy I saw coming out of his Beemer? I knew he looked familiar. He was Antonio Romero the third, wasn’t he?”
“Yes,” Lucy said evenly, trying to hide the shaking in her voice.
“Girl. He. Is. Hot!” Maxine gushed, fanning herself with her right hand. She then grinned leaning forward in her chair waiting to hear more.
“Girl. He. Is. A. Hot. Head!” Lucy shot back.
Maxine leaned back shaking her head and playfully rolling her eyes. “What is wrong with you? He only wants to do what’s best for his grandpa. Who can fault him?”
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