Don Antonio's POV The lingering warmth of her touch on my face, the ghost of her lips brushing against mine—it felt like a wild dream. And the memory of her emerald eyes, filled with confusion and a flicker of something more… it ignited a fire within me. A fire fueled not by fleeting lust but by something deeper, something I couldn't quite define. All night, I tossed and turned, the image of Alexa replacing the usual models in my head. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, the realization of the line I had crossed with my goddaughter. Sleep, a much-needed escape, eluded me. By the time the first sliver of dawn light peeked through the blinds, a warm excitement had settled in my stomach. The taste of Alexa's lips remained on mine even as I arrived at work the next day. I wasn't surprised about the longing feeling. After all, I have been wanting to taste those lips for as long as I could remember, so I expected it. However, what I wasn't expecting was the awkward silence tha
Read more