Page 1 of Enzo

Chapter One

Faces. I never forget one. Ever. Which is why, when I look around the lecture hall in my strategic leadership course, I notice her right away. We’re halfway through the semester. They don’t take new students this late into the semester.

And this chick is new.

I definitely would have noticed her if she’d been here before today. Like I said, I never forget a face, especially one as beautiful as hers. Big round brown eyes, a small button nose, high cheek bones, and lips so full and pouty my dick hardens at the sight of them.

I push up from my seat and walk over to her while pulling my phone out of my pocket. I open the camera app and stop right in front of her. I wait for her to look up at me. It doesn’t take long. I then snap a picture of her face, that gorgeous fucking face.

Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

My lips tilt up. “Admiring the art in the room.” I wink and continue walking right out the door. I send the picture through to my cousin Dante. If you want to know something about someone, he’s the guy to do it.

Me:

Find out who this is. I want to know everything.

Dante:

Stalking is a criminal offense.

Me:

Good thing my pops is the country’s best defense attorney.

Dante:

Second best!

I laugh as I pocket my phone. Dante’s mom, my Zia Livvy, is also a defense attorney. She and my father are partners at Valentino & Valentino. It’s a constant debate in the family as to who is the better lawyer. I’ll always choose my father, just like Dante will always pick his mom.

Two sets of eyes look up at me from the sofa when I walk into my apartment. Two sets of eyes that don’t fucking livehere. “What are you doing home?” Alessandro asks while his girlfriend, Cassidy, straightens her top.

“I live here. What the fuck are you two doing here?” I grunt, walking past my cousin and straight into the kitchen. I tug the fridge open, spy the beer, and pull one out.

“Waiting for you. We had plans. Remember?” Alessandro says.

“We did? For what?” I turn around and lean against the counter, popping the top off the bottle before bringing the rim to my lips.

“We’re going bowling,” Cassidy answers. “With my friend, Chantel.”.

Chantel, the hot little blonde. “Yeah, sorry. I can’t make it,” I say. I remember agreeing to this a few days ago. Now, I’m not interested.

“Why not?” Alessandro asks.

“Busy.” I shrug.

“Doing what?”

“Washing my hair.” I smirk.

“Riiight.” Alessandro drags out the word. “Your loss.”

“Not really.” I chuckle.

“Hey, Chantel is nice,” Cassidy is quick to defend.

“I’m sure she is. I’m just not interested,” I tell her.

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