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We stare at each other.

“We need each other, Enrico. We need each other’s bodies.” She smiles softly despite her tears. “I can’t come without you. Nobody fucks me like you do.” She lowers my hand to her breast. “Nobody can get the job done. I need your body. No other will do. How could I go back to another man after having you?”

Memories pass between us. Nothing is off the table with Sophia. There’s no denying the woman is on fire in bed.

&nbs

p; No.

I take a step back from her. “Stop it.”

She reaches for me. “I know you want me.”

“You’re wrong. I want Olivia.”

“No. You love Olivia. You want me. Your body wants me. You can have it. You don’t have to choose between us, Enrico. Why would you choose when you can have the best of both worlds?”

I glare at her, my anger beginning to escalate. A vision of my pathetic father and grandfather with their mistresses comes to mind. “Just stop it.”

“Give me two hours a week to please you. I’ll do anything you want, my darling,” she whispers seductively. “We could meet on your lunch breaks. I can satisfy you, keep you sated and happy. You can go home to her every night, and nobody will ever know. You have needs that I only I can meet. She won’t get hurt because she will never find out.” She takes my hand in hers again. “Enrico,” she whispers. “Baby, come back to me.”

I get a vision of my Olivia at home with our child. “Sophia!” I snap.

She rises up onto her toes and kisses me. I pull my face away as I lose control of my anger. “Get out.”

Her face falls. “What?”

“Get the fuck out,” I growl. “If you ask me for sex ever again, you’re fired. In fact, just get out now.” I grab her arm and drag her to the door. “Do you fucking understand me?” I open the door, push her out, and I slam it shut. My heart is racing, I’m so angry.

Red is all I see.

I go to the bar, and with a shaking hand, I pour myself a glass of scotch.

I’m rattled that the sound of her bangles affected me physically.

Weak.

I take out my phone and text Olivia to try and calm myself—to remind me of who I am.

How are you feeling, my love?

A reply bounces back.

Better now. Hurry home.

I miss you.

xo

A gun shot rings out outside on the street.

Another one, and then another.

What the fuck?

I run to the window and look down. I can see a commotion and people running out from the building, but I can’t see what’s happened.

“Attack!” I hear Lorenzo’s voice cry out. “Downstairs. Go!”

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