Chapter 47

Mena

I almost ran from the table when Stefano Fanucci sat on the opposite side of me, but it turned out to be a good thing—because I didn’t have to escape Domenico’s glance for much longer.

The two were engrossed in their own conversation while I kept busy with Alessio. He couldn’t keep his hands by himself, and managed to touch my thigh every five minutes.

Of course I had to push him away because he was unaware what he could do to me. Just one touch was enough to make me a hopeless waterfall.

He removed his hand from my thigh and transferred some food from his plate to mine. “Eat,” he commanded softly as a warm smile appeared on his lips.

“I am eating,” I said, looking down at my already full plate. If I ate any more, I was afraid I would explode.

“Yes, but not enough,” Stefano chimed in. I gasped, unable to say anything because I didn’t want to disrespect him. Although I felt comfortable around Alessio, for some reason, I had already decided that this man didn’t like me at all.

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