I'm so sorry.
So, so sorry.
Please give him back to me.
Please.
And I promise it won't be like before.
No more pride.
No more lies.
I will love him, the way I have always wanted to.
I will love him, the way You always wanted me to.
So please.
Please, God, please.
Please give Giancarlo back to us.
Chapter One
SIXTEEN MONTHS AFTERGiancarlo's disappearance
Steam added a layer of mystery as Giancarlo stood under the shower, and cascading hot water added a sleek sheen to the muscled panes of his body. His hands were braced against the wall, his powerful back rigid as Sarica pressed her slender body against his. Her touch was shy at first as she explored the naked hardness of his chest, but everything changed when she heard him suck his breath as her fingers brushed against his nipples.
A soft laugh, followed by a more confident exploration of the rest of his body. Her hands dipped lower, but just as she was about to take his length in her hands—-
He turned around without warning, her gasp melting into his kiss as he hauled her close, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her hips.
"Giancarlo..."
The sound of his Sarica moaning his name drove him crazy, hunger consuming him as he pushed her up against the wall. But just as he was about to enter her and lose himself in the tight little channel of her womanhood—-
GIANCARLO'S HEART WASstill pounding as he stared at his surroundings in disbelief.
No steam.
No shower.
And worst of all, no Sarica.
The old him would've cursed up a storm at this point. But all he could do now was drag breath into his lungs as he struggled to regain control over his emotions.
It was always like this.
Night after night after night.
Sarica haunting his dreams...the way she shadowed his every waking moment.
How long, God?
How long?
A king who went by the name of David had groaned these words out in his pain, thinking that God had forgotten him.
