Giuseppe
It's a little limiting, having a psychopathic spouse. I met my cousin at a club.
I don't know why he wanted to meet at a club, but I went with it.
I sit at the bar, waiting for him.
I don't drink, but bid my time, silently.
"Hey handsome," a woman purrs.
It sounds...odd.
Not casting her a glance I tell her I'm taken.
"That's not an adequate answer," She snorts.
Maybe she's right.
I whip around, giving her a once over.
"I just wanna hold your heart for a night. Not forever, handsome."
I nod. "Maybe...maybe—once a long time ago, that would've been okay. But my heart isn't mine anymore. It belongs to my wife, and she rules it with an iron fist," I snort.
Leaning closer, looking around conspiratorially. "And if I were you, I'd run far away, before you find yourself tied u
