Page 62 of Crazed

Leo didn't permit me to move out of the brownstone.

How am I going to get out of this?

I don't want to get out of it. I want to live with Massimo.

If Leo finds out I've moved out or I'm going on a trip, he might kill me on the spot.

"Morning, dolce," he murmurs.

I need to figure this mess out.

I tilt my head up. "Morning. What time is it?"

"Seven."

I sit up in bed. "I have to get ready for work. I don't have clothes here."

Massimo chuckles. "Yes, you do."

"I do?" I ask, glancing around the room.

Amusement fills his expression. He rises then holds out his hand. "Come on."

I take it, and he helps me on my feet. I question, "Where are we going?"

He leads me to a door and opens it, motioning with his hand. "Ladies first."

I step into an enormous walk-in closet, separated into his and hers areas. Massimo's clothes hang in one section. Women's designer clothes hang in another. I gape for several moments.

This is really happening. How am I getting out of this so Leo doesn't come after me?

I spin into Massimo. "When did you get all these clothes?"

"Yesterday."

"Yesterday!" I shriek. "This is a full wardrobe!"

Arrogance grows on him. "Yep."

"You're crazy," I blurt out, still in shock at all the items he selected.

"Wouldn't be the first time someone called me that," he replies.

I run my hand over a row of dresses. Each item feels soft and of high quality. I mutter, "This is insane."

Massimo stands behind me, circling his arm around my waist, questioning, "Why is it insane?"

I arch my eyebrows. "Is that a serious question?"

His lips twitch. "Yep."

I spin into him. "This had to have cost a fortune."

He shrugs. "Not really."

I scoff, reaching for a red Dolce & Gabbana blouse. The tag is still on it. I turn it and declare, "Three hundred dollars! For a blouse!"

"It'll look sexy as hell on you. You know I love you in red," he claims.

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