Chapter ELEVEN.

ENZO DE-LUCA.

Resting against her door, I ran my fingers through my hair and I couldn’t help the frustrated groan that came out of my mouth.

Why didn’t I do as she says? She wanted me just as much as I wanted her but why did I do nothing?

I’ve waited more than five years just for this moment, for when she’d be vulnerable in my arms because the last time we met, I was the vulnerable one and I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her because I was worried she would think I’m a jerk.

I wanted her to think of me as a different kind of man, I want to clear every misconception she might have about me even if most of them are true.

I can’t believe I want to change for this woman.

“Enzo De-Luca, what is going on with you?” I asked myself as I made my way down the hallway and to my room absentmindedly.

My balls were starting to ache and my bulge was so visible that walking to my room like that felt embarrassing.

Hurriedly, I bolted to my room and locked the door behind me as I hit my head on the door