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I head barefoot through the quiet house and into my own bedroom.

I pull my jeans off and toss them onto the floor before climbing underneath the blankets and snuggling into my freshly cleaned bed.

The pillows are soft, and the Stefress is firm, just the way I like it.

Despite being annoyed, I fall asleep again quickly.

In my dreams, Stefano is sleeping next to me, his arm is around me, and I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. It feels so amazing and annoys me at the same time because he won’t let me feel this in real life.

When I wake up late in the morning, for just a moment, I have no idea where I am, and the confusion flusters me. But then I remember. This is my bedroom in my new home.

I roll over and stretch my legs out beneath the covers and catch Stefano’s scent. Divine, but confusing. It is really strong, as though he is here with me. But he is nowhere to be seen, and I know no one but me has slept in these sheets, because they were freshly washed when I came to bed last night.

I wriggle my nose, trying to figure out why I can smell his cologne so strongly. I grab the pillow next to me and hold it up to my face.

He was lying next to me last night. Or early this morning. I can smell him on the pillow. It is unmistakable.

Why would he lie next to me and then leave? Why didn’t he just sleep next to me in his own bed?

“Ugh. What is actually going on?” I say loudly.

Confused and annoyed, I toss the pillow back onto the bed and roll away from it.

It smells too good, and I want to get some distance between me and that incredible smell.

I climb out of bed and walk straight into my private bathroom.

Stripping down, I flick the shower on and wait for the steam to start filling the bathroom before I climb underneath the warm, splashing water.

I wash my hair to get rid of his scent on my skin and all around me. I don’t like the fact that I am so attracted to him. I actually hate the fact that I seem to be so much more attracted to him than he is to me.

Am I not good enough for him? Maybe because I am so inexperienced in all of this?

After soaping down three times, I finally smell like myself again, so I climb out and dry off. I take my time blow-drying my hair and carefully going through my morning skincare routine, then get dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a crop top.

It’s a beautiful, warm day out today, and I want to go out somewhere.

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When I go through to the kitchen to see if I can find Stefano and let him know I want to go out, I am told he has already left for the day to go to his office.

I sigh, not really sure why I feel so disappointed by that, because it’s not like I even wanted to spend the day with him after he ditched me last night.

Well, actually, this means I can spend today redecorating my own bedroom.

I may as well add my own personal touch to it.

I call the driver and ask him to take me to the local interior design shop. I just need a few items to really make it feel like my own space.

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That night, when I am lying in bed, Stefano still isn’t home. I feel cozy and happy in my room, which has been filled with a few personal touches of my own.

Stefano works long hours, which is what I assumed he did, and I haven’t seen or spoken to him all day. Thankfully, the housekeeper remade my bed for me with my brand-new bedding, and the other pillow doesn’t smell like him anymore.

I flick off my light and nuzzle into my pillow, unable to keep the thoughts of his sculpted body from my mind as I fall asleep.

All night I dream of Stefano again and wish that he was lying next to me so that he could wrap me in his arms.

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