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Francesca

A full bladder woke me up in the middle of the night. After I used the bathroom, I noticed that Fausto's side of the bed was perfectly made. Was he still awake or had he slept somewhere else?

I did not care. I didn't need his warmth beside me to sleep. Or the affectionate way he enveloped me in the morning.

Plus, I was still irritated with him. So what if he hadn't talked dirty or kissed me? Wait, that wasn't right. He had been talking dirty at first, until...

I took a deep breath. That was it. He had been his normal, controlling, foul-mouthed self until the moment he asked who I belonged to. When I didn't respond, that's when everything changed.

What an idiot.

My chest burned as I looked at the bed. He had a lot of nerve to be upset with me - with me! - for not saying that I belonged to him. What, did he think his magic dick made all my anger and hurt disappear?

Filled with fury, I grabbed my silk robe and left the room. I checked the guest rooms in our wing, but they were