Sold To Mr. Giordano novel Chapter 10

Arielle

"Good morning, ladies," Antonio says sipping a mug of coffee. He's already dressed in a fresh suit. Dark gray, with a pale green tie. I realized now that I've never seen him in anything but a suit. I don't even know what the man's wrists look like!

"Morning Xander," Arabella kisses his cheek and he always seems to look annoyed.

"Morning, Mr. Giordano."

Arabella snickers. "Mr. Giordano? She sounds like the help."

My cheeks blush.

"Call me Antonio or Alexander," he offers.

"Or Xander," Arabella chimes in.

"Okay," but I don't make any move to call him either of those names. Maybe I just won't address him. Calling him Antonio to his face seems weird, Xander is too casual and Alexander makes me remind the old him. "Does my brother know where I am?"

"I had Carmelo call him this morning. He is aware, he shouldn't worry about it anyways."

"He's my brother, he has the right to worry!" My outburst shocks even me.

"You are not his responsibility anymore," Antonio continues to read the newspaper unphased. "He has other things to worry about regarding the Famiglia. Now, I have business to attend to. Why don't you and Arabella go shopping?" He holds up the gray credit card which Arabella snatches.

"I hate shopping almost as much as I know I'll hate spending your money." I cross my arms over my chest suddenly realizing I'm not wearing a bra and my nipples must've been poking out of the cotton material of my bed shirt.

"You are my fiancée, you may use the money as you please. I have plenty of it," he dismisses by waving his hand.

"I refuse," I say stubbornly.

He groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Arabella, take her shopping. Whatever she eyes, buy it for her. I have to go," he stands and kisses my temple before leaving.

The heartfelt gesture leaves me shocked.

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