D A N T E
I couldn't stay away from Ariana anymore and I can’t deny that anymore. The past two days since I'd been sick had changed everything, the way she cared for me, the softness in her touch, that damn kiss we shared it all played in my mind on repeat.
I wanted her.
Not just her body, not just as my wife on paper.
All of her.
And I couldn't deny it anymore the more I denied it the more it got worse.
My office door opened without warning, Isabella, my secretary for the past three years, walked in with her usual confidence, her tight skirt hugged her curves as she placed files on my desk, swaying her hips just a little too much.
"Your afternoon schedule," she purred, leaning forward just enough to give me a view of her cleavage.
I barely glanced up. "Leave it."
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