Such an annoying asshole.

He turned and moved across the desk, however as a substitute of disappearing, he parked himself proper subsequent to the clerk checking us in—who, in flip, appeared like she wished to bolt.

“Passport,” he stated, holding out his hand whereas staring on the laptop.

No fucking manner would this man ever see my second identify.

He made a beckoning movement together with his hand.

“Are you critical?”

He appeared up, and our eyes locked—together with one other, fully unwelcome, electrical shock. “What are you hiding? Hideous mugshot? Or the truth that you’re manner older than me?”

I glared at him and put my palms on my hips. “Regardless of how ugly, it wouldn’t ever compete together with your hideous face.”

Full lie—his face was beautiful—like, fully, completely bad-boy horny. “And you already know full properly I’m the identical age as Sophie, which makes you, mainly, a grandpa in my eyes.”

I reveled within the storm brewing in his eyes.

“Fucking insolent children as of late.” He held out his hand. “Passport.”

I appeared on the clerk, who nodded, then at Gabe, who shrugged. “It’s the legislation.”

I raised a single forehead. “And everyone knows you abide by the legislation.”

“God, princess. Why does all the pieces should be troublesome with you? Hand me your fucking passport, or I’ll come and get it,” Alessandro growled.

That growl did all types of issues to my physique—solely not what he supposed.

“Nice.” I rummaged in my purse and handed it to him.

He opened it, checked out it, in contrast the photograph with my face—which I answered with a wonderfully executed eye-roll—then he chuckled. “Aoife? See, even your mother and father don’t such as you.”

His pronunciation was flawless. Ee-fa not ay-oy-fee, like most would pronounce it.

Fuck me.

Why would this Italian bastard pronounce my very Irish second identify completely when nearly no person may?

And why did that just about make up for the remark about my mother and father that hit dangerously near residence?

“It’s our grandmother’s identify,” Sophie stated. “What’s with you, Alessandro?”

That shut him up good.

As an alternative of constant to insult me overtly, he handed again my passport, supervised the clerk checking us in, and handed us our keycards.

Then he appeared straight at me. “You’re with me.”

I narrowed my eyes. “With you? Hell no. Simply level me in the proper path, and I’ll discover my manner.”

He shook his head and sighed, after which he rounded the desk, stood for a second immediately in entrance of me, then bent down, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder as if I used to be a sack of flour.

“Hey.”

“Alessio.” I may hear Gabe’s low voice, vibrating with a warning.

“Don’t fear. I’ll present her to her room. Joseph will take you to your house.”

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