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CHAPTER 42: WAY BACK HOME

Author: Yom
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-01 23:41:58

TRISTAN'S POV

It was happening again. Giovanni was being… weird. Clingy. Possessive. It made my skin crawl. I buried my face in the threadbare pillow, the scent of detergent doing little to soothe the rising tide of frustration.

“Fuck you, Giovanni!” I shouted, the word muffled by the fabric.

“What was that? ‘Fuck me, Giovanni’? Are you sure your hole can handle it now?”

My head snapped up. I hadn't heard him come in. Giovanni was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk plastered on his face. He was topless, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans that showcased a distracting V-line. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

My breath hitched. Damn it. I hated this. Hated how my body reacted to him, how my cheeks flushed, how my pulse quickened. Since when did Giovanni, of all people, become so damn… appealing? I cursed myself inwardly. I felt like a horny teenager every time he was around.

“Tristan,” he drawled, his eyes raking over me, “stop looking at my body
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