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This woman.

She makes me fucking crazy; I hate to think how psychotic I would be if she ever actually was my wife.

I pick up my phone and turn it off airplane mode, a barrage of messages flies in from Giuliano.

Answer my question.

Who you there with?

Shut the fuck up.

I immediately turn it off and place it face down. My heart continues to thump against my chest. The waiter, Giuliano, the list of people to kill tonight is endless.

ANNA

“So, tell me. What did I miss? Tell me everything from the last three years.” Valentino smiles as he takes a sip of his champagne, his big, beautiful eyes are filled with magic and every cell in my body is dancing to his spell.

“What do you want to know?” I smile shyly, when he looks at me this way I know exactly what’s on his mind.

“Your home, your life, your job.” He sips his champagne and rolls his lips as he puts his flute back down onto the table. “Your heart.”

My heart….

Who is this swoony version of Valentino and what has he done with the old one?

“I live in Rome in a very old and cute apartment.”

“Cute?” He frowns. “Odd description.”

“It’s not like my Milan apartment, put it that way. It has beautiful windows and lots of light. It’s….” I shrug. “I’m very happy there.”

“And your job?”

“I work at Vogue.”

“What exactly is this job?” He looks around the restaurant. “Explain to me how this is working?”

I giggle. “I’m usually a location scout.”

“What is that?”

“I’m sent a brief on what they need for an upcoming shoot and then I go out and find the location.”

“Someone is coming here to shoot in the future?”

“This particular job is different, we are doing a story on Michelin starred restaurants and I’m visiting five and giving my review.” I smile. “Do you have any feedback for my review?”

His dark eyes hold mine. “The cock sucking in my bedroom was spectacular.”

My stomach flutters.

Everything I ever remembered about Valentino Leone was warranted. His physique, and the way he makes me feel, the way we laugh and how in sync we are.

But it’s the sex that has me questioning all that I know about humanity, he’s pounding me hard, riding my body as he feeds his. His carnal need for my flesh feels primal in the most primitive way.

He reaches over and takes my hand and lifts it to his lips and kisses my fingertips, every time we touch, my resistance slips.

I feel myself falling…. Faster than humanly possible.