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Eleni

In the car on the way back to the apartment, I’m practically vibrating. I hadn’t even realized how much hanging around with Mama and Gianna, constantly being worried over and interrupted, was affecting me. Leave it to Dante to see what I can’t and give me a chance to feel powerful again. I run my hand over his thigh.

“I don’t suppose you got rid of the two of them?” I ask.

He smirks. “Why? Do you want something?”

“I might.” I smile. “But I asked you first.”

Dante meets my gaze, his dark eyes burning. “I absolutely did not.”

I throw my head back against the seat. “Fuck!”

He laughs, very meanly, I might say. For the rest of the car ride, I pout. I’m an adult with a fiancé who has more money than anyone I’ve ever met. I should be able to have sex whenever I want. Dante takes this grumbling with a teasing smile, like it’s all the funnier for him how much I want it. Asshole.

Amando pulls the car into the parking lot, and we get out. My phone vibrates. A text from Gianna.

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