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No one’s fucking seeing you rock your hips but me.

You’re no fun.

I’m plenty fun. We can have our own party. It starts with your pussy.

Entertaining. But I wanted to go out. Get out and forget. Just for one night. To get me through two days of agony before I tried again.

How about a dinner?

I’ll eat anything on your pussy.

No! I mean I’ll go out for a dinner with the girls. Daria’s still in town and…

That’s supposed to make feel me better?

Please. I don’t ever want to feel imprisoned.

Get used to it.

It just brings back memories.

…

The dots appeared and disappeared. A second later, the phone rang in my hand. His voice was tight and controlled but edged with a warmth that seeped into my soul.

“I don’t want to make you unhappy,mia ammaliatrice.”

“Then, don’t,” I whispered.

“Pick another night. I don’t have time to join you.”

“But Daria’s leaving tomorrow.”

“I hate my sisters,” he groaned.

I stayed silent. Gave him the time he needed.

He sighed. “Fine. But I pick the restaurant and who’s going with you.Capisci?”

“Capito.”

“Fuck. Your accent deserves my cock.”

I didn’t even have a comeback for that. Luckily, he didn’t wait for it before hanging up.

Somewhere between that first message and him hanging up, the dread in my heart had eased up. I knew how difficult it was for him to relinquish his control. Still, he’d done it. For me. I’d tell Papa on Monday when he was back in the office and I had him on a call alone. I’d be careful about giving him the details. Maybe not spill all the details in one go.

Vitale deserved my everything. So a few hours later, in between my first alcoholic drink and the second, I slipped into the restroom of the restaurant and sent him a picture. To thank him.

VITALE

Fuck.

I stared at my wife’s naked pussy. How could I both love and hate being married? Love because, well she was my wife. Hate because of all the fucking compromises I had to do to make her happy.

Fuck it.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket and strode up to the door. Antonio looked at me from where he was sitting across my desk, a question in his gaze.