The Devil's Little Angel
Her perfume lingered in the air, that scent of sensual roses, and a dark undercurrent that wrapped around my mind like silk, clouded my senses and imprinted itself in my head, merging into the walls of my mind like an addictive drug I couldn't get enough of.
Calista hadn't given me the slightest emotion. Nothing. Her face was locked in cold professionalism, she didn't smile fondly when I complimented her, she didn't lean into my touch, she's…
“She's detaching herself from me,” I muttered.
A dry, humorless laugh tore for my throat. No one leaves me behind. I'm Romano Cappellucci, women flocked at my feet, they fought and begged for my attention. I am the epitome of male glory, who could leave
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