Betty's POV

The aroma of freshly made breakfast waffled around the room, from the moment the door to the dining room was pushed open the aroma welcomed us

"They are waiting." Ivan urged. His hand was wrapped around my waist intimately as we proceeded inside. I had to bite back my complaints about his close proximity or the way his cologne wrapped around me.

We had to put on the act of a perfect couple before his mother, which was part of the deal, and I could not defile him. At ...