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Paul placed his arm around me, and I leaned into his shoulder.
When the show ended, we were all on our feet, applauding.
“I’m in love with opera,” I whispered to him.
“I’m in love with your Rome, Nadia.”
The Opera was surprisingly erotic. All that passion and drama. It left me feeling kind of crazy horny. I glimpsed Paul. I knew he would be willing to have sex. But call it being away from home and our recent sensual spontaneity. I wonder if I could do something daring with him.
I glanced at Paul again, and he eyed me inquisitively. “I’m curious…”
He tilted his head at me. “About what?”
My cheeks warmed, and I stared down at our entwined hands. “Do you think we can… watch? I don’t want to swap, and I’m not sure about someone watching us.”
He tensed, which wasn’t exactly the response I had expected from him. “Are you doing this because you want to or to make me happy?”
“Both,” I said with a lift to my voice.
He shook his head. “It’s never good to do it if only one partner is into something. It opens a door that’s not easy to shut. Resentment grows. No thanks.”
I lowered my brows. “What resentment? If I like watching, we can share it. I’ve watched porn without you, though it doesn’t feel real to me. If I don’t enjoy it, I’ll never ask to again.”
“But that sex door will be open, and that desire doesn’t shut down easily.”
Paul didn’t want to resent me. I had to wonder if this was another thing that happened that made him cut off his own desires. Sure, he loved Aubrey dearly and married her, but even marriages had fights.
“I promise not to resent you for what we do sexually together. Everything is new, and I want you to keep open the opportunity for me to experiment with you. Besides, we don’t have to agree on everything. I mean, Mom likes baseball, but Dad likes football. They go to the games for each other.”
Paul guffawed. “That’s hardly the same thing, Nadia. I appreciate you wanting to be open minded for me. However, sex is emotional, and you’re sensitive.”
I frowned but followed him outside. What Paul hadn’t known was that I had watched pretty extreme BDSM porn online. It definitely shocked me, but I doubt anything that Lorenzo and Bianca enjoyed would be that extreme.
Paul planned to skip the press, but one man greeted him amorously, letting me know they must have a friendly relationship. Therefore, we stopped for his interview.
“Zachary here with Italy Music At Large. I’m here with the icon Paul Crane and his partner Nadia Sokol. So, what’s going on here with your show tomorrow in Rome? Can we get a prescreen?” The camera shined into our faces, and we both plastered on a smile.
“It’s with the theme of the Rome season. What’s old is new,” Paul spoke into the microphone. “I’ll have a few new surprises. The proceeds will go to The Salomé Love Legacy for music training, lessons, and instruments.”
“Thank you, Mr. Crane. Now, Nadia. It’s just been revealed to the world that you are Rock legend Justus Black’s daughter. Are you aware that his son doesn’t want to meet you?”
My smile tightened. “No comment.”
“Excuse us,” Paul said abruptly and cursed under his breath as we walked off. “Zach used to be a cool guy. He’ll regret that later.”
We didn’t stop walking until we reached the car and got inside. But all I could think about was that my half-brother told the world he didn’t want to know me.He and the whole Black family rejected me so easily.What the hell had I done that deserved such disdain?
“I think I need an answer to that. I’ll say I never knew about them, and I don’t give a shit if they never talk to me.” My voice was thick, and Paul placed his arm around me and squeezed.
“Remember, the press also lies to get a reaction. They probably never said a word.”
I folded my arms and stared out the window at Rome’s night, wishing somehow the media wouldn’t take such glee in hurting me. “Rinaldowas a wonderful show.”
“But now you’re miserable.” He sighed heavily and pulled me into his arms, and we rode for a while in silence. He kissed the top of my head. “I wish…I could stop them.”
“I know, Paul. I’ll be fine,” I mumbled.
Paul sighed heavily and let me go. Then he took out his phone and spoke in Italian. “We’ll go watch the Rossis have sex.”
