“I don’t understand.”
“I was angry because I wanted to spend time with you, and the guys were just being the guys, and honestly, I think we were all making shit up, because we’d heard our parents do it before us.”He shrugged.“It fucking backfired, because I had those damn security cameras I forgot about.All of you heard.Emilo doesn’t even have a mistress.”
“What?”Mia asked.
“Yeah, and this thing with Tatiana is not going well.They had a really good relationship, and now everything is messed up.”
Mia nibbled her lip.“Does Tatiana know?”
“I think she does, but she doesn’t believe him.”It was a fucked-up situation, and this is why you don’t say shit in the heat of the moment.He had been pissed off that once again, he was having to share his wife, and he’d wanted a quiet night alone with her.
It was stupid, because he had even agreed to the party, and there had been a small part of him that had been looking forward to it.Only, he had a bad fucking day and just wanted to make love to his wife.Instead, she overheard him saying shit, and they didn’t have sex for a long time.
Now, he didn’t even know if he could touch her.Especially after what the drug had done to her.
Mia reached out and put her hand to his cheek.
He covered her hand with his.“I’ve seen your wardrobe, and please burn everything.”
She giggled.“What?”
He tugged on the piece of skirt just over her knee.“Get rid of this, because this is fucking ghastly.”
“This is a designer piece, and didn’t you like it on that woman you saw at the nightclub?”
Giovanni frowned.“Nightclub?”
“You know, the one who was there the night I went home and we had sex,” Mia said.
The moment she took that fucking drug.
“Leanne.”
“If that was her name.”
“She is a business associate, and trust me, that wasn’t a good meeting, and I do not find Leanne attractive.She’s business.Nothing more.”
“But she looked really pretty.”
“I don’t care if she is the most gorgeous fucking woman on the planet.You’re my wife, Mia.”
“But men have ...mistresses.”
“Not me,” Giovanni said.
“You don’t?”
He took hold of her hands, covering them with his own.“There’s no one else.Not since the moment I met you,” he said.
“You want me to believe there has been no one else, like ever, when you met me at eighteen?”she asked.
He didn’t break eye contact with her.“There was no one else.”He saw that surprised her.“There was only ever you.There is no one else.”
Giovanni didn’t know what to do as she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He held her tightly, not wanting to let her go, but all the while he couldn’t get that horrible feeling out of his mind, knowing what they had done while she had suffered the aftereffects of that drug.
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