"I'm not bedding you before our wedding."

She grinned. "When have you turned so old-fashioned?"

"Since my father wants me to give you the respect you deserve as my wife," I told her, glaring at her, letting her know that her presence wasn't fucking needed here.

Her shoulders sagged, she tucked her hair behind her ears from both sides and sighed. "Do you not like me, Alessandro"

I let out a breath, not this again. "I'm marrying you, aren't I?"

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Not by ...