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2025-02-14 20:00:00Do I know what I’m doing? No.
Am I going to regret this? Probably, yeah.
Do I care? No, not even one bit. I probably left my guilty conscience back at the restaurant, but who cares? I won’t be around in the next twenty-four hours to question or regret my decisions.
It is so quiet in this elevator. I know both of us are probably questioning what the hell we think we are doing and whether it’s even the right thing to do. Worse, after we just had a fight about this whole situation. It feels hypocritical of us—me the most. One thing I know for sure right now is that the air around us is crackling with unspoken need.
The moment the doors slide open to his penthouse, his lips are on mine again, more demanding this time. His hands are everywhere—my coat, my hair, my waist—and I’m losing track of what is happening. He takes off his coat and lets it fall to the floor, just an inch away from mine.
His hand reaches fo
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The bathroom tile feels cold under my feet as I sit perched on the toilet lid, phone pressed to my ear. I pull the bathrobe tighter to feel warm. I’m trying my best to keep my voice low because I don’t want Alessandro to hear this. I get that the bathroom is huge and the distance from where I am to where he is in the bed is big enough for me to talk freely, but still, I don’t want to. Tati’s voice, groggy but still unmistakably her, filters through the line.“What time is it where you are?” she asks.“Uhm… seven in the morning,” I whisper, glancing at the sleek clock mounted above the bathroom sink. I don’t understand why anyone would need a clock in the bathroom, but I don’t question rich people’s interior design choices. There is always something that feels out of place with them.“Seven?” She lets out a low groan. “Renée, it’s two in the morning here. Two.
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This must be the longest shower I have ever had—well, the longest if it wasn’t one of those everything showers. The only reason is that I’m dreading going back to the room and having to face Alessandro. I know he won’t let this go until we’ve had that conversation, and I don’t even know if I can handle it.Because what am I even supposed to tell him? My body shut down because you’re married? That sounds absurd. It even feels absurd.There’s a fresh sweatsuit on the bathroom counter, along with some body care products. He must have placed them here while I was in the shower. I don’t even want to think about whose clothes they might belong to, but when I reach for them, I notice they still have tags on. They’re new. Does he always keep new clothes around for the women he brings home? His mistresses?See, this is why having this conversation feels like it might turn into a nightmare—because there&rsq
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The two women exchange a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between them, before one of them stands up. She is slightly taller and more petite than me, though I suspect that’s due to the harsh conditions here. She deliberately walks toward me, the fear she initially displayed now replaced by feigned confidence. The second woman, much shorter with cropped hair, follows close behind, and my heart races with every step they take closer.“So, you’re the new one,” the first woman says, her voice sharp and biting. Even with the coldness in her tone, there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as though she’s heard of me and wants to know more.I blink, confused by her words. “What do you mean?” I ask, though deep down, a part of me already knows.There can only be one reason we look so similar, and I desperately hope it isn’t true—because if it is, I’ll lose my mind.She tilts her head,
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I got back to Raul’s place a few hours ago. My father wasn’t home, and when I asked Raul where he was, he said he left earlier with one of the security guys to deal with something. He didn’t give me much detail about it, so I’ll just have to call my father and ask him. Although Raul assured me he’d be fine and the security guy would make sure nothing happened to him, I still want to check on him myself.When I returned, I was too tired and just wanted some peace and rest, but Raul couldn’t let me have that the moment I told him I’d be moving in with Alessandro. I drove back with Alessandro, but along the way, he had Mateo pick me up because he said he needed to rush somewhere.So here we are, seated in the dining room across from each other. Raul looks like he wants to scold me but doesn’t know how to start.“You’re moving in with Alessandro?” he asks sharply.I shrug, nodding. “Yeah,
