"So what you are really saying is that you just don't like me knowing your secrets, your little hobbies that are strangely feminine?" he grinned and shrugged as he did. "As if I fucking care, all the years you have been married to my sister, you should know me better than that." He set aside the glass of whiskey after a small sip. He didn't need to lose his head. "I only give you the shite because you take it so well."
"She wants the same sort of marriage? what does that mean? She wants a marriage of convenience?' Isaac was confused by what Marcus was saying. Astoria had demanded fidelity from him but wanted a marriage for appearances? "You sure? Did she tell you that?"