A Sicilian Marriage [PUBLISHED]

Chapter 2: The Tempest

If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm.

-Frank Lane

Coco Spencer's POV

The next morning, I have one mission in my mind as I walked into the lobby of the hotel where my chosen groom was staying. I swore this was the first time I encounter a difficult man. He was hard to seduce, unlike the other men I met before.

But I would not back down without a fight. What Coco wants, Coco gets. And I want this man whatever the cost. He would be my husband after few persuasions on my part, pulling my luggage behind me with a determined stride. I rode the elevator to meet Rafaelle Moretti again after a few moments I knocked at his doorstep.

"Hello, again." I greeted brightly, not bothering to remove my oversized sunglasses. The handsome Sicilian man opens his hotel door to see his visitor. I couldn't miss the way his eyes narrowed disapprovingly when he caught the sight of me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked a little rudely for my opinion. "I thought we already established that we will not see each other again?"

I pouted at him. He could be such a cold man when he wants to. "We don't have such agreement, honey. Besides, the reason I went here early this morning without having as much breakfast is that since you refuse to marry me you have to take good care of me from now on. Because I'm as good as homeless as we speak."

"What are you talking about?" The exasperation visibly showed in his dark eyes. I don't have time to swoon in his look this early morning I need to be firm in dealing with this stubborn man in front of me. I want a husband and he is my choice end of the story.

I smiled brightly at him, ignoring his lack of enthusiasm at the sight of me. "Aren't you going to invite me in so we can talk in the living room? I don't wish to chat with you in the hallways of this hotel. Besides, I haven't yet had my breakfast. I'm a hungry homeless."

He eyed me with such irritation. God, why I'm so attracted to this straight-laced man. I must be crazy, I mused silently. "Remind me again why are you claiming that you are now homeless? I thought you kept bragging that you are now a rich heiress?"

I rolled my eyes. "Correction, I may be a rich heiress now that granddad-God bless his soul-left everything to me but there's a catch. I cannot touch my inheritance unless I marry. Since you keep refusing to marry me I am as good as homeless now."

"Look for someone else to marry, Signorina. I don't wish to be part of your scheme I have some much problem of my own to worry about."

"Wait...!" He was about to close the door in my face. I tried to keep the door from shutting with my palms. "At least let me in and hear my proposition before send me away in the cold streets of London, honey."

He stared at me with such impatience. "No. Good day, Miss Spencer."

This man was dead set from closing the door in my face. Desperately trying to think of a solution so I can talk to this Sicilian man a slow devious smile fitted my lips when I happened to glance at the hallway. "Why are you doing this to me, honey?" I said theatrically. "I told you I'm not having an affair. Please don't do this to me, honey!"

The couple passed by threw a malicious look in our direction. With probably a curse in his language, the handsome Sicilian man pulled me inside his hotel room and closed the door firmly behind us. "What are you doing?" He asked angrily.

I shrugged casually sitting on the settee comfortably. "I told you I need a few minutes with you so I can discuss my proposition of marriage and you are not listening. So I opt for a drastic measure."