Jem
"No work during our honeymoon, Mrs Montgomery," Nero grabbed my phone from my ears. He looked at who I was speaking with. "Mr McLaughlin, my wife won't be available in the next fourteen days. Relay any business info to her twin sister. She would be unavailable for the next one month." He said.
I could hear Mr McLaughlin's low chuckle. "No problem, Mr Montgomery. Enjoy your honeymoon."
"Thank you." Nero ended the call.
"We were talking about..."
"Shh," he said, interrupting me as he laid his index finger on my lips. "No talks about work." Then he replaced his index finger with his lips.
We just landed in Paris for our honeymoon which is to last a month. Yes, a month. I suggested two weeks but Nero wanted it two months. We finally agreed on a month. In his words, he wanted to make
