Of course he hadn’t.
“Are you reassuring me or yourself?” she asked cynically.
He scowled. “I just don’t want either of us to feel totally trapped.”
“How nice.”
He shot her a hard look, then, “Do you want children?”
Her heart skipped a beat and all her cynicism disappeared. “Do you?”
“One day. Not yet.”
“Me, too.” She hadn’t thought about children. They were a lifetime commitment, and one that connected her to Nick for the rest of her life.
She wasn’t sure she could do that.
Wasn’t sure she wanted that.
He started toward a small table where there were a bunch of papers. “Right. Looks like we have a wedding to plan.”
She took a quick breath. “Hold on. I have one condition of my own before we settle this.”
He stopped to look at her, his eyebrow winging upward. “And that is?”
“You remain faithful to me,” she said without hesitation. “I won’t accept the humiliation of you having affairs. If you can’t do it, tell me now.”
Something shifted in his expression. “It’s not that I can’t do it. The question is whether I want to remain faithful.”
She tensed. “I’d suggest you’ve probably had enough affairs to last a lifetime anyway.”
“You know me so well,” he drawled.
She raised her chin. “I’ll accept nothing less, Nick.”
There was a lengthy silence as their eyes held and locked. This was the one thing she wouldn’t relent on, it was too important to her.
Then he expelled a breath. “You may be surprised to know this but I do take marriage vows seriously, and mine especially. I can assure you I will remain faithful.”
She let out a quiet sigh, but wasn’t sure if it was relief or despair. Her only chance to refuse to marry him had just dissolved into thin air.
On the other hand, at least she could do this one thing for her mother. She had to keep remembering that.
“The wedding will be in three weeks.”
She swallowed past her dry throat. “That soon?”
“The sooner we get this over and done with the better.”
“Yes,” she said, giving in to the inevitable.
She felt the same as Nick, but probably for different reasons. She suspected Cesare wouldn’t let his sons sign the deal for her father until after their marriage vows had been taken. Cesare wasn’t a fool.
If only he was.
Nick was pleased with himself after Sasha left his apartment. He’d known he wouldn’t have to do a thing except tell his father she had refused his offer. Cesare had immediately got on the phone to Porter and offered regrets that they wouldn’t be in-laws.
And that’s all that was needed. Porter knew what side his bread was buttered, and the last thing he would want was to offend Cesare.
Nick gave a snort of derision. Porter Blake was a wimp. If the Valente family didn’t have money, the other man wouldn’t be hanging around being Cesare’s friend. No, Porter would be out with his latest lady friend. The man was a rake of the worst kind, his affairs the worst-kept secret.
No wonder Sasha was insisting on fidelity in their marriage. She had to know about her father’s numerous affairs.
Or did she?
He hadn’t asked her straight out in case she didn’t know. Not that he was protecting Porter. It was merely that if Sasha didn’t know, then he wasn’t about to tell her.
He only hoped he didn’t live to regret giving his word. Women were notorious for having an angle for everything, and he suspected Sasha did, too.
Was she marrying him for reasons other than her family?
More prestige?
More money?
Better contacts for her work?
Time would tell, but he’d be ready for her if that happened. No one pulled the wool over his eyes. If they did, it didn’t happen a second time.
Chapter Three
At eighteen Sasha had dreamed about a white wedding to Nick in a beautiful church in Sydney—the perfect setting for their perfect love for each other.
Now at twenty-five, a stylish ceremony on the sun-drenched lawn of the massive Valente estate was more than lovely, but a marriage of convenience to a man who’d never given her a moment’s thought wasn’t quite the same.
And that was never more prominent than on her wedding day. She’d been nervous in her responses throughout the ceremony but Nick hadn’t missed a beat. Obviously she still didn’t affect him in the slightest, least of all by marrying him.
“I now pronounce you man and wife.”
Oh God. Sasha’s knees threatened to wobble, making her grateful for her white wedding gown hiding them from view.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
She swallowed hard as she turned to fully face Nick, looking so handsome in his black tuxedo. She’d melted the last time he’d kissed her all those years ago but until his lips were on hers again she wouldn’t know for sure how she’d react.
His blue eyes gave nothing away as he lowered his head. Their lips touched and Sasha nervously held her breath, waiting for something … anything … to kick in. It was pleasant, but she didn’t melt.
Thank God!
He broke off the kiss and they stared at each other. She was so relieved that she broke into a small smile. His eyes narrowed, making her wonder what he was thinking.
Everyone started to clap, bringing the world back into focus. She turned toward their beaming guests seated on the largest of the private courtyards surrounding the main house. Everyone loved a wedding, it seemed.
Everyone but the bride and groom.
People surrounded them with congratulations and before too long a string quartet began playing music and waiters started circulating with glasses of champagne.
“You’ve made your mother and me very happy, Sasha,” her father said, kissing her cheek, pride shining from his eyes. It was silly but despite everything, Sasha felt teary that she’d done something to make her father proud of her.
“We’re so glad,” Nick responded, his voice holding a touch of sarcasm.
His words spoiled the moment for Sasha and she blinked the moisture out of her eyes in time to see Cesare send Nick a warning glance. She wondered again why Nick didn’t like her father.
Cesare leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “Isabel and I are very happy, too,” he said, speaking for his wife, who was seeing to their guests. Then he slapped Porter on the back. “We’re all one big happy family now, amico mio.”
And Porter beamed. “Yes, our two families have been joined together at last, my friend.”
Sasha swallowed back a hysterical comment that perhaps her father should have married Nick, but then she saw her mother’s happy face and forced herself to relax.
She had done this for her mother.
After that the late afternoon rolled into evening, drawing the hours closer to when she and Nick would be alone. Thankfully their two hundred guests kept her occupied and stopped her thinking about it too much.
“Everything’s gone very smoothly, don’t you think?” Isabel asked, rescuing Sasha from an older relative and leading her over to the tables laden with wedding gifts beside the open French doors.
Sasha really liked her new mother-in-law. Isabel had always been one of her favorite people. “You’ve done wonders, Isabel. Thank you so much. I know it took a lot to get it all done in time, especially when you had to move into your new apartment, as well.”
Isabel looked pleased. “Anything for you, Sasha. And Nick, of course.” Then as quickly she frowned. “I still don’t condone what Cesare has done, but after his heart attack I don’t want to upset him too much. I’ve tried all I can, but he’s a law unto himself.”
Sasha had appreciated it when Isabel had taken her aside two weeks ago and asked her if she knew what she was doing. The other woman had known her husband was blackmailing Nick into marrying her and for a while she’d been very vocal about it.
Knowing she had to do this, Sasha had hurriedly assured her it was okay, and things had proceeded with alarming speed.
“Being a law unto themselves seems to be a trait of the Valente men,” Sasha said.
“Yes. And Nick has assured me he knows what he’s doing.” She squeezed Sasha’s arm. “I’m so happy to have you in the family.”
“Thank you,” Sasha said huskily. It was lovely to be welcomed so warmly. If she and Nick were truly in love …
“And you know,” Isabel’s voice cut through Sasha’s thoughts, “when I see how happy Alex and Olivia are now, it appears that Cesare knows what he’s doing.”
Sasha regarded Nick’s older brother across the courtyard. Alex was here today with his wife and their adopted eight-year-old son, Scott. Olivia was the daughter of movie legend, Felicia Cannington, and was just as beautiful as her famous mother, and more than gracious. The love between Alex and Olivia made Sasha catch her breath.
Yet just because last year Cesare had blackmailed Alex into marrying Olivia and somehow the two had fallen in love didn’t mean it would work for her and Nick.
It wouldn’t.
For love to grow there had to be a basic need for love within that person. Nick had no need for love from any woman, and especially not her.
“They certainly look very happy,” Sasha agreed, keeping quiet about her thoughts. Isabel loved Nick and only wanted the best for her second stepson she’d raised since he was a baby.
Isabel nodded. “You know, I don’t think Nick got any sympathy from Alex about it all.” She gave a wry smile. “Especially when he’s marrying you.”
Sasha forced herself to smile back. She didn’t think of herself as a beauty, but she knew her looks were probably the only thing she had going for her with Nick.
“Matt must be getting worried that he’s next,” Sasha said, trying to take the focus off herself.
A worried gleam entered Isabel’s eyes. “He says he’s not. He told his father he wouldn’t be coerced into anything. Of course, when Cesare wants something …” she trailed off, just as Nick came strolling up to them.
“Somebody wants something, Mum?” Nick said, coming up next to them with a smile that must be more for Isabel, Sasha decided. If he ever smiled at her like that …
“Me. I need a drink,” Isabel quipped, shooting her new daughter-in-law a look that said it was time to move on. Sasha wanted to beg her not to leave, but that would look foolish.
“I’ll do that for you,” Nick offered, about to turn away.
“No, honey, that’s fine. I want to see your father anyway. I need to make sure he’s taken his medication.”
The line of Nick’s mouth tightened at the mention of his father. It was easy to see he hadn’t forgiven Cesare for all this.
And rightly so. Both their fathers had a lot to answer for, Sasha knew. It was the one bond they had in common.
Nick turned the charm on for some of their guests who had come up to say they were leaving. A charm that wasn’t false but neither was it for her benefit.
Still, she gratefully accepted the distraction to say goodbye, fielding more questions about not having a honeymoon. No one had dared ask about the haste of their marriage, but if they thought she was pregnant they’d soon find out she wasn’t.
And if they wondered about the lack of affection between her and Nick? Maybe then they would guess the hasty marriage was for convenience. She didn’t want anyone thinking it was for love.
Certainly not Nick.
Once all their guests had departed, Sasha left Nick talking to Matt beside his Aston Martin, but not before she saw the scowl on Nick’s face and suspected he was probably warning his younger brother to watch out for their father. Though by the confident set of his head, Matt wasn’t too concerned for his future.
She almost felt sorry for Matt. Just as no doubt Nick was feeling sorry for himself right now for having to marry her. She felt an instant’s hurt but quickly dismissed it.
She had to keep busy.
Walking into one of the smaller dining rooms, she began tidying up, gathering the few remaining glasses and stacking them at one end of the table for the caterers to collect. It had been a good idea of Isabel’s to use the room for some elderly relatives as a quiet place to get away from all the commotion and noise of the wedding.
And didn’t she know exactly how they felt? If only she could have hidden in here permanently, away from Nick, away from the night ahead.
“Leave it.”
Her head shot up to find Nick standing in the doorway. Panic stirred inside her chest. “But—”
“The catering crew will clean up.”
“I know but—”
“You’ll get that beautiful dress dirty,” he pointed out, his enigmatic gaze pausing over her.
“Oh.” She glanced down at the smooth white satin of her simply styled wedding dress. She’d been so anxious she’d totally forgotten she was wearing it. Any other bride would be horrified at the treatment.
Of course, who could call her a typical bride?
“Come on,” he said brusquely, interrupting her thoughts. “Let’s go upstairs. Iris will see everything is put right here.”
Swallowing hard, she placed the glass down on the table and started to walk toward him. “Has Matt gone?” she said for something to say.
His jaw clenched. “Yes.”
Then he cupped her elbow and led her up the sweeping staircase, his touch sending a shiver through her that she tried to ignore. There would be more touching soon, more exploring, molding her softer curves to his hard body.
“Relax. You look like you’re going to the guillotine.”
“Maybe I’ve already lost my head,” she quipped.
His eyes narrowed as he glanced sideways at her. “What does that mean?”
She blinked. Oh heavens. He surely didn’t think she was talking about love?