Sixty-Three

At the sound of her voice, Enzo jerked away from Gianna as if he'd just been burned. He spun around, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at her.

For several seconds, they just remained like that: just staring at each other. Gypsy was watching him alright, but her brain seemed to have stopped functioning, going blank.

Until she let her eyes fall down his body and her eyes fell on the erection jutting against Enzo's stomach.

The sense of betrayal that rushed over Gypsy came like an avalanche, knocking the air out of her her lungs. Her mind reeled in disbelief and she couldn't seem to breathe.

The ache in her chest worsened when she looked at Gianna to find the other woman looking back at her with a triumphant I-TOLD-YOU-SO look.

“Gypsy, princess...” Enzo called out to her, his voice strained, filled with regret.

Probably regret that she'd caught him in the act, not the fact that he'd just cheated on her.

Gypsy's first instinct was to run the hell out of there. Turning, she bolted out