Groomed By The Mafia
These past few days, Leonardo had gotten scarce and busier, either working or having a meeting with Salvador.
"I thought this was supposed to be our alone time," she complained. Her heart tinged a bit—she was fully aware that the nature of Leonardo's work did not favour him being away for so long.
She slipped out of bed, stepping onto the enormous balcony with a lakeside view and green mountains.
Splash.
Alessia gulped, her eyes fixed on the sight before her. There was Leonardo, shirtless, swimming in the pool. His strokes were powerful, like an Olympic medalist, his muscles tensed and bulged each time he executed a powerful butterfly stroke.
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