Chapter 135

Alexi wanders back through with a toothbrush in his mouth, letting go of it and holding it in his cheek. He walks by the side table and swipes something up before bringing it to me. It’s a piece of A4 paper, and he holds it up to show it to me in all its awful and so not-funny glory.

He pulls out his toothbrush, slight disbelief overshadowing that smile as he stares back at my shocked, probably white pallor. Not sure if I’m being serious or not.

“You married me in a Chapel of Love, London. So, Good morning, Mrs Carrero.” He looks smugger than fucking smug. Seriously, even for him, it’s like all the fucking smugness available in the universe just landed on his arrogant fucking face of intensified, quadrupled smugnicity, and I snatch that offending A4 sheet of bullshit right out of his hand. Dropping my damn sheet and pulling it to my face for my blurry vision to cut through.

I devour it with the speed of a c****ne ad**ct and gasp out loud in an agonising, muffled wa