Claiming My Bride Of Convenience. Kate Hewitt
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the vain hope that a bus would lumber by soon.
Matteo gave a little reassuring smile. ‘It’s not that kind of deal, trust me.’
The way he said it made me flush, because of course it wasn’t that kind of deal. He was way, way out of my league and we both knew it.
‘This is perfectly respectable and legal—entirely above board.’
I eyed him warily. ‘What, then?’
‘I want you to marry me.’
I gaped. I couldn’t process those six words; they bounced off my brain, refusing to make sense. Then, when the shock wore off, I looked around for the spectators, the punchline. Surely he was making fun of me?
Matteo must have seen something of that in my eyes, for he said quietly, ‘No joke. I’m completely serious.’
He nodded towards a café a few doors down from the diner—a far nicer establishment than the one of my previous employment.
‘Why don’t we get out of the rain and talk through it for a few minutes?’
I hesitated, because my instinct was to say absolutely not. Only a few weeks ago I’d believed what a man had said and I’d paid for it—sorely. Surely I wasn’t going to do it again? Especially when this man’s so-called deal was obviously nonsensical?
‘At least have a coffee on me,’ he said.
And that was what sealed it. I was hungry and tired and wet, and I didn’t even have the money for a cup of coffee.
‘All right,’ I said. ‘One coffee.’
A few minutes later we were seated at a quiet table in the back of the café, and I had my hands around the comforting warmth of a large latte—an extravagance I hadn’t had in for ever.
Matteo sat opposite me, sipping a double espresso, the shoulders of his suit coat damp from the rain. When I breathed in, I caught the cedar-scented aroma of his aftershave.
‘So what is this deal, really?’ I asked.
‘What I said. I need to be married.’ He gave me the flicker of a smile. ‘Need being the operative word. I’m not looking for a wife.’
I couldn’t keep my mouth from curling up in cynical bemusement. ‘What do you require, then?’
‘Just a legal document saying I’m married.’ He took another sip of his espresso before resuming. ‘I’ll pay you a million euros up front and then two hundred and fifty thousand euros for every year we remain married. Your housing and all expenses will be provided, and we will never have to lay eyes on each other again.’
I shook my head slowly, unable to take it in. To take him in. Because he was so overwhelming, with his dark hair and steely eyes, his body made up of hard, powerful lines, each one emanating an authority I recognised even if I couldn’t begin to imagine it.
One million euros.
It was crazy. He was crazy. And yet he didn’t look crazy. He looked remarkably and alarmingly sane.
‘Why do you need to get married so badly?’ I asked in a shaky voice.
‘Because my grandfather requires it before I take control of his company—which is something I very much wish to do.’
The words were terse, but I saw the way his jaw clenched and his hands briefly curled into fists, and I knew there was a great deal more to that complicated relationship than I could ever know or guess.
Still, I wondered, why me?
‘Surely you have someone more suitable to ask.’
‘I don’t want someone “suitable”.’
He smiled at me rather grimly before draining his espresso.
‘I want someone unremarkable who will be glad for what I give her, not ask any awkward questions, and most of all stay out of my life, as well as out of the public eye.’
‘So you want a wife who doesn’t act like a wife?’
His smile gleamed white as he nodded his approval. ‘Exactly.’
‘I’m sure there are plenty of women who would accept the money you’re offering. You hardly needed to approach a stranger like me.’
I shook my head, still sensing a catch. Matteo was way out of my league. Why not ask some grasping socialite? Someone with status and privilege and beauty? Most people, I’d found, would do a lot for money.
Matteo leaned back in his chair, crossing one long, powerful leg over the other as he eyed me in consideration.
‘Possibly, but I’m in a rush, and I don’t want any complications with someone who might not view my offer with the gratitude I’d prefer.’ He gave me a quick, cool smile. ‘I’d like to keep my marriage quiet. I don’t want it to…hamper…any of my activities.’
It took a few seconds for his meaning to sink in. ‘You mean you don’t want it to affect your other relationships?’
‘I wouldn’t call them relationships,’ he answered with a quick, hard smile. ‘But, yes, you have grasped the essentials.’
In a flash I understood why he’d asked me—because I was clearly desperate and would be pathetically grateful for what he was offering. And I wouldn’t mind if he slept around while I stayed silent in the shadows.
I felt too tired to be stung, because of course he was right. I was desperate, as well as pathetic enough to be considering his offer seriously for the first time since he’d broached it. At least Matteo, unlike other people I’d met since moving to the city, was honest about his intentions.
‘So,’ I began slowly, ‘we get married and you go on your merry way? That’s it?’
‘Not quite. I need you to move to the island of Amanos, off the coast of Greece, where I have a villa. It’s a very pleasant place, and my home is exceedingly comfortable. You would want for nothing.’
That was quite a big addendum to this deal of his, and yet I had no ties to this city, much as I’d tried to make some. No ties anywhere. Still, I was cautious—and definitely cynical. I’d learned to be.
‘Why there?’ I asked.
He gave me the glimmer of a smile, but there was a warning in his eyes. ‘You are currently not meeting my second requirement.’
I raised my eyebrows. ‘Do you actually expect me to accept an offer such as yours, and move to a foreign country at that, without asking a few questions?’
Not that I was actually thinking of accepting it. At least not very much.
‘Very well, I will explain it in detail,’ he replied, leaning forward. ‘But in actuality it is really very simple.’
His silvery gaze pinned me to where I sat.
‘This will be a convenient marriage in name only—nothing more than a document to sign. No expectation of any relationship—physical, emotional, or otherwise. You will stay on Amanos so I know where you are, and can call on you if needed, but you will be out of the public eye. In a year—no more than two—the marriage will be annulled and you can go—how did you put it?—on your merry way, quite a bit richer.’
‘Call on me “if needed”? What does that mean?’
He shrugged impatiently, barely more than a twitch of his powerful shoulders. ‘I doubt it will be necessary.’
‘But…?’
‘In case my grandfather needs proof of some sort or wants to check on you…make sure I am indeed married. It is merely a precaution, that is all.’
And also a way for him to be in control, because I strongly