Chapter 2

Julian's brow furrowed, his voice tinged with annoyance at the interruption.

"What was that noise?"

"Ah... It's just the dog acting up. Give me a second."

Ignoring his attempts to keep me there, I rose swiftly and made my way to the coatroom.

When I opened the closet, I was met with a face flushed with suppressed rage.

It was Ethan Marino, the youngest son of a mafia Underboss in Italvia.

His attire was still in order, except his hands were tied behind his back.

A black leather gag filled his mouth, silencing him.

The closet was a mess, thanks to his struggles.

One of my delicate garments had slipped between his legs, nearly drenched. His eyes burned with unspoken desires, the edges reddened.

However, in that moment, they also conveyed a sense of hurt and accusation.

I crouched down, speaking with a hint of regret, "Ethan, you see, I've got a boyfriend now, so this has to stop. I take my relationships seriously, you know."

His face registered shock, and he shook his head wildly, eyes brimming with entreaty.

I gently caressed his cheek and said, "Let's get you untied, and you can leave quietly, alright? I wouldn't want my boyfriend to get the wrong idea."

Ethan nodded, tears almost breaking through.

He was such an adorable, well-behaved pup.

I removed his gag, and he stayed silent.

However, as I reached to unlock his handcuffs, he pulled me into the closet as he whispered, "You haven't been together long, and you've already chosen him."

His eyes darkened as he asked, "So what does that make me?"

He moved to rip my shirt.

Without a second thought, I slapped him hard.

He averted his gaze, frozen in place.

"Ethan, haven't I taught you anything?"

He clenched his fists, his voice laced with reluctance. "You don't agree, I can't touch you."

I straightened my shirt, my expression icy, clearly annoyed. "Looks like you remember, so why can't you follow through?

I grasped his chin, forcing him to look into my steely eyes, "Ethan, I have no use for a pet that won't behave."

With that, I shoved him away.

He stared at me, bewildered, mouth agape, trying to muster an explanation.

I was not in the mood to hear it.

I pushed past him and stood up as I said, "I thought that after the split, I might come back to you, but now, I'm having second thoughts."

The word 'split' made his eyes sparkle with hope.

He quickly straightened up, sitting attentively before me. "You're breaking up with him?"

I gave him a puzzled look. "Ethan, you're crossing the line."

My evasive response seemed to give him all the answers he needed.

He perked up, gazing at me with a mix of hope and devotion. "I'm sorry, my lady, I'll be good. I made a mistake. Please don't give up on me, okay?"

He gently rested his head against my hand and asked, "Can I wait for you to break up with him and come to me, please?"

He spoke with a careful tone.

I towered over him, observing for a long moment.

Ethan had been with me the longest by then.

The longer they stayed, the bolder they grew.

Even the most loyal could turn.

However, I was not entirely put off. After all, he had been satisfactory up to that point.

Ethan had always been attentive and obedient.

So, with a mix of sincerity and jest, I left him hanging.

"We'll see. Now, you have one minute to straighten up and get out of my place."

He sprang into action, tidying up the disheveled wardrobe with precision.

He thought I did not notice, but he sneakily pocketed a piece of my lace underwear.