Obsessed (Forbidden Desire)
Like she was intruding on something private.
Good, she told herself firmly. Let him have his beautiful blonde. Let him smile at her and hold her and be happy. I don't care.
But her hands trembled as she turned and walked back up the stairs, pretending she hadn't seen anything.
Behind her, she heard Isabelle's laugh. Heard Dante's low response. Heard them move toward his office together.
I don't care, Elena repeated to herself. I. Don't. Care.
By afternoon, Elena was going stir-crazy. She'd tried to work on her laptop but couldn't focus. Tried to read but couldn't concentrate. Every noise in the mansion made her jump, wondering if it was Dante.
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