"I don't know. I don't plan that far ahead," she looked at Alex and forced herself to smile. "Most likely I'll go to London. I have a small apartment there that I got from my sister. The year will fly by. We can easily get divorced and start to improve our lives."
Alex thought. Life with Amelia would bring him more than just trouble. The girl was pleasant to look at, she skillfully used her youth and shamelessly drove most men crazy, getting what she wanted from them. He also knew perfectly well that the girl had never worked a day and was a spoiled socialite in the full sense of the word.
There was something about Amelia that endlessly intrigued him. For many years, he had clearly not had brotherly feelings for her, but everything changed when she was fourteen. The feeling of mild interest suddenly turned into irritation. He can't even remember when they could communicate so calmly without killing each other at the first phrase.
Amelia has always lived in luxury, not denying herself anything, adores luxury and loves to tease men, getting what she wants from them.
"You understand that you will have to live in my clan, in my house?" Alex said after a short silence. "Will we have to be together at all social events and pretend to be in love? Besides, we will travel a lot."
Amelia clearly hadn't thought about marriage in that way. Surprised, she asked, widening her eyes: "Travel? Do you want to take me with you on business trips?"
"That's what loving and devoted she-wolves usually do," he smiled.
Her carefully drawn and styled eyebrows moved toward the bridge of her nose, which caused a small, barely noticeable wrinkle to appear.
"I don't think that's a good idea. Besides, I have a lot of my own things to do that don't fit into your plans."
"Really?" the man asked sarcastically. "And what are they? Drinking vodka with lemon in the morning and jumping into bed with married men in the evening?"
After his words, Amelia squeezed her champagne glass so tightly that Alex was afraid that she would break it and hurt herself. Throwing a hateful look at the seated, self-confident wolf, she said through tightly clenched teeth:
"Do you think that the newspapers only write the truth about you and your family?"
"No, not only the truth," after a moment of silence, he continued: "But you, unlike us, have never given a refutation. After all, you have had more than one excellent opportunity to sue the newspapermen."
"I am not going to drag myself into litigation," she said defiantly. "And I do not want to be nervous because of the paparazzi either. I believe that if ignore them, then sooner or later the scandal will die down anyway."
"We can only hope for that, especially now that we are planning to get married," Alex noted. "By the way, do you have a wish for the moonlit night?"
Amelia looked away.
"No. None."
She was lying. Like any girl, she dreamed of a snow-white dress, of her first dance and lots of gifts and wishes. And of a run on a moonlit night. She dreamed that her beloved would catch her and claim her as his own. Unfortunately, dreams do not always come true. She had never forgotten this and would not forget it until Alex found a suitable she-wolf and covered her with himself.
"Why not? Don't you want to take part in the preparations yourself?"
"I don't think that's a good idea. Besides, our marriage will be fictitious, so there is no point in being nervous and worried."
"You are the only one insisting on a fictitious marriage," Alex noted, narrowing his eyes.
"I don't love you, Alex," the girl began to get angry and had trouble controlling her emotions, "and you didn't care about me until today. We are getting married only to fulfill the terms of the will. As soon as the last day of our agreement expires, we will file for divorce and each will be left with our own money. Therefore, I do not think that such a marriage is worthy of a future!"
"We can improve our relationship. I am sure that it will benefit both of us."
Amelia was indignant at this statement: "I understand your position, Alex, but I warn you: you can have fun on the side, but keep it a secret. I don't want journalists to make me look like a complete fool!"
"This applies to you too," he said menacingly, instantly appearing next to the indignant girl. "I also warn you: one betrayal and we will divorce, regardless of the terms of the will. Is that clear?"
He leaned towards the girl and looked into her frightened eyes. Now she looked like a touching, frightened fawn, and not a lioness ready to scratch everyone's eyes out. Did she really need that damn money so much that she decided to step over her pride?
Amelia understood that she shouldn't get close to him, but for the last two hours all her self-control had been cracking at the seams. She saw passion in Alex's eyes, his lazy sexy smile. Strange. Previously, she skillfully hid her feelings, but not today.
"Damn truth!" the girl cursed mentally, feeling how her breasts swelled, her legs trembled, and between her legs it instantly became wet. She could not cope with the reaction of her body to Alex's presence, and what would happen next? Would they be able to keep their distance so as not to end up in the same bed?
She watched, spellbound, as Alex confidently extended his hand to her and made her lift his chin to look into her eyes.
"Why do you always fight with me, Amelia?" Alex asked in a low, hoarse voice that sent shivers down the girl's spine. "You want me, just like before. I can feel the emanations of your body."
"Damn, damn, damn! Not this!"
"I was too young, Alex. Now everything has changed. Yes, I want you, but only your body. There can be no talk of anything else."