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wanting to make your own success. ‘Father has his
own, mother has her own but God bless the child who has his own.’
Right?”
    “ Exactly.”
    Meagan could tell that Marco Mussolini was a great man but did
that mean she was beginning to believe him when he said that he
wasn’t a drug-smuggler? She was still keeping her eyes open because
getting that story was still at the forefront of her
mind.
    “ What if we can’t go along with this charade anymore? What
happens then?”
    “I
will simply explain to my family that we have irreconcilable
differences and we have mutually agreed to go our separate
ways.”
    Meagan sighed and looked at him for only a couple seconds. “I
hope it will be that easy. I still don’t know why I’m doing this.
Is this story really that important? I mean, you’re a
stranger.”
    “ No
worries. After, you will get your story and we shall never see each
other again. But for now, I am focused on our sham of a
relationship and I do intend on enjoying it while it
lasts.”
    Her
eyes narrowed at him. “Am I missing something here?”
    “ I
do expect that you will treat me like a worthy fiancé as I will,
you.”
    “ Define ‘treat’?”
    Marco looked on and then saw his mother returning with a tray
with neatly set china teacups on saucers and a medium sized
canister. From where they were, Meagan could see Alessandra’s
almost impeccable smile and she moved gracefully as she approached
them. Upon entering the stunning mansion, she was even surprised
that she hadn’t seen a butler or a housekeeper greet them. It was
very admiring to see a wealthy family who, which was very much
rarely found, did not act pompous.
    “ Let
me help you with that,” Meagan offered and took the tray from
Alessandra.
    “Oh…how helpful of you!” And they sat there eating cookies and
drinking tea in the mid-morning cool atmosphere.

    * *
* *

    Meagan walked into the guest house that Alessandra had so very
kindly presented as Marco and hers for their stay. She had
specifically said that they might need some ‘privacy’ since they
were newly engaged. To be frank, Meagan did not even want to know
what she had meant by that because there was absolutely nothing for
her to be ‘private’ about with Marco Mussolini. Overall, the guest
house was just as beautiful as the main house and she was even more
amazed at the refined Italian architecture. But what shocked her
into an almost laughing state was that it contained only one
bedroom. ONE!! She had expected it to be of that type of
accommodation but her mind could not yet grip the reality of
sharing a bed with an alleged drug smuggler. She could not help but
burst into a giggle that made Marco flash her puzzled
look.
    “ May
I ask what you find so hilarious?” he said, placing down their
travelling bags at the foot of the king-sized bed.
    “ Nothing at all,” she muttered, sitting at the edge of the bed
and sighing loudly. “Your mother is nice…and your
sister.”
    “ Yes, thank you. We are all good people.” And as he said that
he stared into her eyes deeply, indicating how badly he wanted her
to trust him and relinquish her horrible opinion of him.
    “ Right…,” she drawled and looked straight across the room at
the ornamental vase on the small table where a transparent bowl of
sweets sat.
    “You
will get to know me far better, mia tesora ,” he muttered and rest his hands on his hips. “We both will
explore each other limitlessly.”
    “There you go again with making jokes,” she chuckled, walking
over to take a sweet from the bowl. She then twisted open the
wrapper of the strawberry-flavoured token of paradise and then
slipped it quickly into her mouth.
    “ I
assure you that I am not being humorous,” he snapped, moving
quickly over to her and grabbing her by the arm.
    “Hey…,” she argued, glaring up at him as he pulled her across
the room and pinned her down to the bed, his weight centered
between his legs. “What—get off