Mena
Sitting in the dark kitchen, I waited for Alessio to get home. It was already well past midnight, but I didn’t care. I would sit here and wait for him the whole morning if I had to.
I couldn’t shake off the thought of him at an escort agency, and got sick to my stomach every time it would cross my mind.
Pilar had already gone to bed, as she was against the confrontation. She had painted a picture that cheating was a common thing among these men, she was the one who told me to stay on top of everything—and now that I was doing just that, it had all of a sudden become a problem.
I took a sip from my tea, a million thoughts going through my head. Would he still be with whoever he met at that agency?
Right at that moment, he finally came walking into the kitchen. Our eyes locked, but
