Matteo was allowed back over the following weekend. Maria came in with the gossip and coffee on Sunday morning. It had been a nice break with him and his crew on lockdown. Maria had no idea where Matteo had been taken and it seemed unlikely he was flown back to Italy, then to school in one week. Like Rochester's other secrets, we wouldn't know unless Matteo talked and that was unlikely. Even for an ass like him, the code of silence was strong here.
Alessandro was pleasant and an asshole in equal measures. I'd kept him away with the truth but extended it two days to escape the weekend. When the time came and I would never sleep with him again, I'd handle it. I may not handle another round of s*x even though I knew I wouldn't escape it.
“Come to my room tonight?" he whispered before I head
