| 86 | Loving The Mobster's Son

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It's midnight. I should be sleeping. Or studying. The latter seems impossible, though, given my current state of mind. I can't focus every time Dominico's stepmom is staying over.

Even worse: some nosey reporters have found out where Dominico lives. A couple of them have been camping around his property since yesterday, despite knowing he's got security staff and hates any media attention.

So far it doesn't look like they've found out that I moved out of his house. But I do think they're planning to harass me next for any information about Dom, his father, and Leandro. Which is partly why I decided to move out temporarily.

I don't want my family to see my face on the tabloids anytime soon, but it might happen one of these days.

Sitting on the edge of my small bed, I rub my eyes as the wind howls outside. The soft glow of my desk lamp casts a warm light across my dorm room.

My roommate isn't here yet. I don't think she'll be here until Wednesday. As the