Chapter Sixty Two

~Massimo’s POV~

“She’s had you wrapped around her pinky finger,” Michael teased, topping it all up by coming over to give me a gentle nudge.

I simply rolled my eyes at him and pretended to focus all my attention on the documents right in front of me even though it was obvious that I was more interested in what he had to say.

“You’re only making assumptions,” I replied with my head still buried between the papers and when I heard him grunt, I added; “She’s more like a stress ball… and so I go to her whenever I’m stressed to get some sort of relief,”

“Really?” He asked, cocking his eyebrows smugly at me.

“Really…” I replied.

“You do not treat her like a stress ball though… Neither do you talk about her the way you talk about other women even though the way y’all met wasn’t something to write home about.” He mused, making me tighten my hands into fists by my side.

I didn’t know what he was driving at but at the same time, I didn’t care. All I wanted was for him to stop teasing me about A