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Santino is still glaring at me.

“Just fucking let it go.” I snap. “You don’t get to question my actions.”

His lip curls back in anger, but he nods. “You’re right. But open your eyes dad. If you don’t realize what she’s doing to get her way - you’re going to regret it.”

He storms from the office, and I have no idea why he came in here in the first place.

I flop down onto the chair and let out a loud groan of frustration.

I already regret what happened.

I can’t believe it - she - she felt so incredible. Every inch of her is exactly the same as I remember it. Her curves, her beautiful pussy, those sweet little sounds of desperation that spill from her lips. The way she hands control over to me and gives me permission to be wild and aggressive and -

My cock throbs and I groan again, adjusting it before it becomes uncomfortable.

Is she manipulating me?

Is my son seeing something I’m not seeing?

All I know is that being with her is nothing like anything else I’ve ever experienced. And I’m worried now, because how will I stop thinking about this. How can I convince my body that it’s too risky to give in to those desires?

Standing up I leave my office, unable to focus or think clearly. I need a session on the gym. A good work out will get rid of the edge that’s cutting against me.

I’ll sweat her off my skin and out of my mind.

TWELVE

zina

Being with Giovanni was not something I planned, but it isn’t something I regret either.

My heart has been dragged all the way back in time, and it’s flooded with those same feelings I felt all those years ago.

I still love him.

I never stopped.

No matter how hard I pretend that I’m over it, it’s always been there.

I focused on being a mother and raising my son and working hard to keep our lives together - but Giovanni has always been there, like a shadow hovering over me.

And after what happened in the office yesterday - everything has resurfaced.

It hurts.

But it’s also beautiful.

It also makes me smile.

He’s the one who kissed me. He’s the one who started it. The moment he kissed me I was lost to him. And now, even though I’m terrified of how I feel, I’m unable to deny it.

I still love him.

Realizing this has made me even more determined to prove to him that I’m innocent of everything I’m being accused of. I hate the fact that he believed the message he received. Whoever sent it is a coward. For all I know it could be one of his sons. But that would be the best-case scenario.

The worst-case scenario is that one of his rivals is up to something. Whoever is messing with his shipments - maybe they are behind everything else as well.

I stare up at the camera as it moves, staying in line with me as I walk down the hallway.

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