UNREGRETTABLE: A Forced Marriage Mafia Romance by Monique Moreau

Author:Monique Moreau [Moreau, Monique]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Moreau Imprint
Published: 2023-10-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

CRINA

Looking back, it was silly of me to deny what’s between Marku and me. I’ve always known I’d end up in his bed.

It was written in the stars, or in my case, in my dreams. Sleeping dreams, waking dreams, even the vision I had on our wedding day. I could’ve fought him longer on this, but seeing him wield his nunchucks over his head as he leapt into the fray to save his brother broke my will like a dry, brittle reed. In the face of death and grief and guilt, spats and grudges like the ones I’ve nursed for Marku melt away like snow in bright afternoon sunlight.

Marku brings me down a few steps to the side entrance of his house. He kicks off his shoes by the door inside the finished basement. I follow. He picks up my shoes and takes them with him. It’s ridiculous to hide my presence when his mother was at our wedding, but whatever. I get it. He doesn’t want to spook her if she comes downstairs first thing in the morning.

Speaking of his mother, Aunt Natalia redecorated since the last time I was here. While we celebrate holidays at each other’s homes, I never dared venture past the common areas. The piece de resistance of the now-larger family room is a striking white marble wall with a long modern horizontal gas fireplace. She’s contrasted the aesthetic white space with a smart choice of a couch and a couple of comfy, over-sized leather seats that are a deep gray.

I pause to absorb the aura of the room. After a moment, Marku tugs my hand and leads me farther back to an area that used to be a playroom for us when we were kids.

It’s now Marku’s bedroom.

His mother decorated it with him in mind because although the black and white accent wall fits the rest of the basement, the room is extra masculine and bold. I scan the paintings on the wall and instantly drop my gaze.

I can’t even.

Looking around his room, I’m reminded of my mother’s scolding that Marku and I would make the messiest couple. It basically looks like mine would, if my mother didn’t get involved. There are a bunch of wicked-looking katana swords and bo staffs gracing the wall above his bed. I guess this is where his anime obsession from middle school inevitably led.

After another quick glance at his walls, I drop my eyes again. This time, I purposely avoid looking too far up again.

Those paintings…

If I can barely look at them, then how can he live with them?

Marku leaves my shoes near the entryway and closes the door, locking it behind him. I fall back onto his bed, letting myself bounce a little. It’s late, probably past three o’clock in the morning, and there’s no light coming from the two frosted casement windows along the far wall.

Marku saunters toward me, boldly pushes my knees apart to accommodate his bulk, and towers over me. The bulge of his jeans fists forward, but he doesn’t make any suggestive moves.

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