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I turned to the other side of my bed and covered my face with the blanket. If only I could cover my live, if only I had listened and see why Luciano doesn't like them.

I was feeling so miserable and nothing was helping. I don't know which hurt the most; knowing it was Massimo who could have leaked my photos or walking into them having sex.

The thought of it made my stomach clutter and I felt like throwing up. I couldn't stop thinking of it and of course, blaming myself.

I put myself in this situation so I needed to handle it myself even if it meant staying locked in my room for days.

I remained on the bed with my hands playing pillow for my head when I heard the knock.

"Tiff it's me," he said.

I swallowed hard and covered t fave with the blanket. I still didn't want to say a word or even face Luciano.

Truth is, I didn't know how to and so I avoided him.

"Tiff?" He called again. "You either answer the door or I'll come in."

"Do not come in," I responded hoping that would keep him away