Anna's POV Like a gentleman, Alessandro pulled out the chair for me when we got to the coffee shop. “I only have two minutes. I need to return to work,” I said as I sat down, throwing my face away. I didn't want to give him the impression of how badly I missed him. How I wished we had the whole morning to sit and talk about nothing, knowing that that “nothing” would make my heart flutter when I thought about them late at night when I was alone in my bedroom.“I'm not getting married to her,” he said, as a matter of fact. “You mean the Blondie you left me for without so much as a word.” I rolled my eyes in my head. “Oh God, I'm so sorry for that,” Alessandro groaned, dragging his right palm across face. In that instant, a memory flashed… a dirty, naughty memory. Things that big bad palm had done.How it had gripped and pinned me down… how many times it had dragged along my thighs and made my thighs clamped hard. Oh shit. Not here, Anna. “So have you accepted my apology?” he as
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