69. Lovestruck

Saint Giordano

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I didn’t know exactly when I fell for the girl.

Maybe it was during our trip to Spain. Or maybe it was during the first trip to Miami when she came to my room and asked me to fuck her.

Hell, it could even be the first time I saw her a year ago in a red dress, attending her first elite event. She didn’t attend any others after that, so I was lucky to see her then.

The point was that every day, I loved her a little more, and every day, the idea of making her my wife rang in my head. Throughout my years, I never really thought about getting married. Relationships were a give-and-take for me. I gave them money. They gave me sex. I didn’t crave their company. I didn’t cuddle with them in bed without it ending with our clothes off. I didn’t cook for them because they were hungry or shut down a proposal before I even heard it because they were on bad terms with the proposer.

Adriana Jensen had me down badly and I so badly wanted to change her name to Rossi. It would fit he