Joe Santagato Girlfriend Novels & Stories

He hoped and he prayed that Justin Santiago wasn’t a cheater. He wasn’t a cheater. Justin Santiago was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a cheater. He got a lot of advances right after his wedding to Gianna, from a lot of women in her class, some of her bridesmaids—heck even her cousin Clarice sent him a message wanting to talk once.

I froze when she kisses me unexpectedly, her arms were anchored around my neck and my arms automatically pull her to me forgetting that we were not alone and that it would be the beginning of a chaos. —I wait for you inside, honey. She leaves, the media follows her, but she is so elusive that she managed to shake them off, I don't know how, but she did it. When I realized what had happened, I reacted, cursing inside because I had made a mistake. —What's going on Mr. Santoro, is she your new conquest? —Who was the girl, Mr. Santoro? They are engaged .... They are dating... —Mr. Santoro, please answer us, they are in a relationship, that's why she called him so intimate.

Seeing me standing there, she asked, "Are you here to look for Ian as well?" I nodded, feeling my throat close up. I could not find a single word. "Let's head to the VIP lounge together. My husband's a workaholic. He takes a long time to finish up sometimes." The word 'husband' was like a knife cutting my heart open. In the lounge, she introduced herself to me. She was Jeanine Santoro, the heiress of the Santoro family, and also officially the Donna of the Gambino family. "My husband might have a sharp tongue, but he's got a soft heart. He always says that he's busy with the family business, but he would prefer to oversee all doctor's appointments with me."

Joe said with promise. “I hope it will never come to that,” I said with unhappiness. “To what?” asked Payton. “Gio being in danger.” I responded. “I just started dating Joe; I don’t want to lose him,” I pointed in sadness. “Aww babe,” Joe beamed. Kissing me on the temple. If he thought I was joking, I was serious. I’m falling for his guy. Hard. ----

Santi teased, now sitting in the chair in front of my desk. "Perfect woman? More like the perfect woman to sleep with. She's not girlfriend material. Aside from getting plastic surgeries, making herself beautiful, she doesn't know how to do anything else. Oh, she also knows how to kneel and spread her legs." "You're an idiot, Joaquin!" Santi shook his head. "Remember that you're messing with a politician's daughter. You're going to be in big trouble if her daddy finds out you've been sleeping with his little girl."

“How can that Helena be so lucky?! Josh Angelito should be acting opposite me! I should be his partner! All because that bitch stole my role without the slightest ceremony!” The people watching around were not surprised by Sabrina's frenzy. Everyone in the artistic world knew she was obsessed with Josh Angelito. She had even publicly declared her love for him on her I*******m, embarrassing herself nationally. Although Josh completely ignored her, she continued to act like his number one fan. And now, the woman she hated most would be the romantic partner of the man she loved. The irony was cruel. Cauan Santos used his extraordinary strength and megaphone voice to finally contain that group o

We stood in silence as the wind swept across the balcony, carrying the scent of salt and woodsmoke. Somewhere inside, Angela and Riley were saying goodbye. And out there—beyond the lights, beyond the night—Dante Santoro was still breathing. But he wouldn’t be for long. Because now, we had names. Now, we had evidence. Now, we had purpose. And I had Thiago. Not as a contract. Not as a shield. But as a partner. As my storm.

“Gatita, you might want to calm down a bit. With the volume of your voice, the entire grid will know about this love triangle you've got yourself in.” “I am not in a love triangle!” she rebutted hotly. “Hmm. Here comes Leo now.” Sergio said, taking another bite of his croissant. Jules spun around, her jaw set. She watched as Leo waved left and right to people who shouted their greetings as he scooted past them. He, like his stick-thin girlfriend, had on a pair of sunglasses, and his braids were undone, leaving his curls out. Sergio waved him down with his left hand as he zoomed towards them.

"No. That was just a little bonus for me. Lonzo has invited us to dine with them this evening. Joey's fiancé will be there, and Lonzo thinks the two of you will get along well enough." "Oh, okay. What's her name?" "Genie or Gina. I don't really remember, just that it starts with a G." I chuckle. "Your best friend is engaged, and you don't know her name?" "Yeah, well, Joey isn't happy about it. His father contracted the marriage. My friend is a player; he's always fucking a new woman every other night, so it's hard to keep track of names." "That's awful!" I gasp.

It all worked out. "What are you thinking about?" Kinley asked as she sat down on my lap. "How differently things could have turned out. I'm so thankful for our life." She kissed me, "So am I." But in typical Esposito fashion, Renato walked in and I couldn't believe my eyes. He had his girlfriend with him, her grey eyes wide as she looked at me, her long auburn hair hung loosely down her back. Kinley stood and I followed suit. "This has to be a joke."