VINCENZO'S POV
"s**t" I cursed as I picked up the carton of milk I dropped. Was I being too desperate?
The taste of her lips was still lingering on the edge of my tongue. I huffed, placing the milk in the refrigerator and slamming it shut.
My head was clouded with images of her which was impossible to shake off. Should I go to the club with them?
No, I still had paper works to complete.
Yes, Aria will be there.
I decided on a choice that I was definitely not going to regret.
I climbed up the stairs to my room - which was technically her's now and I opened the door quietly. There stood the beautiful brunette which had been running around my brain all day and night.
"What kind of outfit is this?" Aria looked at the short red dress as she stared at my sister who was doing make-up. "Ch
