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Bandini leaned toward her face, brushing his thumb along her lips. Her eyes drifted to her thighs again, drunk on a moment they both knew they couldn’t prolong.
There was pain and sadness in his touch, confusion in her expression, and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I stepped into something bigger than I’d anticipated.
This wasn’t puppy love.
This was the real thing.
She looked up and said something, taking his hands in hers and bringing them to her chest. She was begging for something.
What the hell can this boy give you that I can’t?
But the answer was obvious.
Love.
He could give her real love, something she would never receive in the Keaton mansion. Not from me and not from her vegetables.
He nodded, getting up and walking toward the balcony’s double doors. I was surprised and disturbed by the relief I felt before hardening again.
She probably noticed me and told him to run off before I killed him with my bare hands. I took a step toward the garden, ready to reclaim her and make sure she did not leave my sight again the rest of the evening.
But as soon as Angelo walked away, she looked left then right and approached a group of middle-aged women.
Making polite, disinterested conversation, she kept her eyes stuck on the second floor of the house the entire time, and after no longer than five minutes, she disappeared inside the house.
I followed her steps again, convinced they were going to the same place, when a feminine hand clasped my forearm, making me turn around.
“Do you at least go down on her?” Kristen smirked, her freshly applied red lipstick and precisely pinned blond updo showing she’d freshened up before hunting me down.
I shook her off, laser-focused on going upstairs and finding my fiancée, but she blocked my way to the staircase, which was already teeming with people as it was.
I had no particular objection to shoving her out of my way, but considering the amount of security, media, and the fact that she, herself, was a journalist, it wasn’t the best idea of the century.
Yet again, I had to face the question that seemed to be eternal since Francesca had walked into my life—my career and reputation, or catching her little cheating ass red-handed?
Good news? I still had logic on my side.
Bad news? For now.
“I dug around.” Kristen snapped her fruity gum in my face, batting her lashes.
“Did you find a bone, or someone to bone you, for that matter?”
It irritated me that my internal thoughts bled outside my mouth. I usually prided myself in an admirable dose of self-control. But knowing my fiancée was probably fucking another guy upstairs made me want to rip the walls off with my own fingernails.
Whereas I was quite content letting Francesca scratch her Angelo itch a few weeks ago, now was a completely different matter.
“Are you not interested to hear what I found out?”
“Not really.” I elbowed her aside gently, starting up the stairs.
She chased me, grabbing the hem of my blazer and tugging.
Not a chance, sweetheart.
I was at the curve of the stairway when her words made me stop.
“I know why you did this to Rossi. He was responsible for that explosion. The one that killed your parents when you were in Harvard.”
