34. Pandora Box

ANTONIO

Erica doesn’t remember anything. That thought kept my mind in a twisted mess because half of me wanted her to remember it, especially the words she had said to me. I am falling for you, Antonio. I wanted her to remember those words, her sweet confession, but at the same time I didn’t want her to remember the papers I had made her sign. I didn't want her to say that she was drunk and she didn't mean it, and I didn’t want her to look at me like I betrayed her. And despite her feelings, I knew she would take it as a betrayal, she wouldn’t consider the fact that she wanted it. If she wanted to marry me just for pretend, then maybe somewhere part of her wanted it to be real. But my little devil still has a lot to discover on her own, especially her emotions that she had always ran from.

Now as I sat with Ephraim in a meeting which was part of a truce I had called with Jeremiah, my mind still kept returning to Erica. I had told the three simpering idiots that I would skin them aliv