Sapphire
“What the hell have I gotten myself into, George?” I ask him as he paddles around the inflatable pool in my office.
After our first night together, Zade kept his distance for a few nights, and then it seemed he just gave up trying. He’s since spent the past five nights in my bed. And I have no words to describe what happens there. All I know is we talk and laugh and f**k—a lot. And that each morning we drag ourselves out of it, my bed feels less and less like mine and more like ours.
Which is insane because he’s Zade Vitalo, a mafia Don. A criminal.
George looks up at me, then goes back to paddling. He doesn’t even quack. I guess he’s fresh out of advice today.
“I’ve got to say, buddy; it feels like I’m carrying all the weight in this friendship.”
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