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Francesca

WE TOOK the helicopter to the yacht this time, and I was both excited and scared. Fausto smiled indulgently at me, while Marco ignored me from his seat next to the pilot. The ride was so fun that I forgot that I was now officially Fausto Ravazzani's lover.

Can be worse. You could marry his son.

True. At least now I had great sex and then he would set me free. Who cared what label he put on it? Then I would go back to Toronto or New York, get a degree and live my life. As used goods, my father couldn't marry me off to anyone else, which meant I had my entire future ahead of me.

It was perfect, actually. Why hadn't I thought of this in the first place?

I glanced at Fausto, wondering if we could be alone on the boat after the meeting was over. I might want to try deep throating again.

He pressed a button and his voice came into my headphones: “Whatever you're planning, my answer is yes.

He could read me so well.

I slid my hand down his thigh, toward his crotch. He didn't stop m