Allesia had seen photos in the files Margarite gave her, but nothing prepared her for the reality.
The mansion was stunning, all clean, modern lines, floor toseeiling windows, and elegant landscaping. “Welcome home,” Luther said as they pulled up.
“Home?” The word felt strange. Inside was even more impressive. Open floor plan, minimalist furniture in rich jewel tones, emerald velvet sofas, sapphire accent chairs, artwork by black artists on every wall.
I’ll show you to your room, Luther said. My room? Allesia repeated. We’re not sharing.
Luther turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised. Did you want to share a room?
No, I just assumed that I demand my husbandly rights. Luther’s voice was dry. Aurelia, I may have agreed to this marriage for business reasons, but I’m not a Neanderthal.
We barely know each other. You’ll have your own space. Complete privacy. Allesia felt relief flood through her.
Thank you. Don’t thank me for basic decency. Luther led her upstairs down a long hallway and opened a door.
This is your suite. Bedroom, bathroom, sitting room, walk-in closet. Everything’s been stocked with clothes in your size.
If you need anything else, just ask Mrs. Terra, my housekeeper, or me. The suite was gorgeous when decorated in soft creams and golds with a massive bed, elegant furniture, and yes, a closet full of designer clothes.
This is too much. Allesia breathed. You’re my wife. It’s not too much. Luther. He held up a hand.
I know this marriage isn’t conventional. I know neither of us chose this, but while we’re stuck together, I’d like to make it as comfortable as possible.
Can we agree to that? Alessia nodded, not trusting her voice. Good. Get some rest.
Tomorrow I’ll show you around properly. He turned to leave and Allesia called out, Luther.
He paused. You’re not at all what I expected. Luther’s lips curved into that slight smile.
Good. I’d hate to be predictable. After he left, Allesia sat on the edge of the massive bed and tried to process everything.
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