On getting to his apartment, they got out of the limo and Antonio carried her up the stairs. Ava shook her head in disagreement so he placed her down, she didn’t want that because it mostly reminded her of the same man she was trying so hard to forget. She fixed her dress, taking his hand in hers as they walked into the entrance of his building. Even though she was drunk, she still felt that she could still think sanely or she was living in delusion that she knew what she was doing. They entered the elevator and when the doors closed, he turned to her and cupped her ass as she straddled him. Low grunts and moans escaped their mouths as they both kissed passionately. “Tell me your name, Tesoro." He questioned in his Italian accent. "We don’t need to know each other's names, it’s not important right now. Don’t you think so too?” Ava whispered, finding it difficult to breathe in the heat of the moment. "My name is Williams Campbell," Antonio lied smoothly, still kissing her jaw, dow
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