~Antonio
The moment Tiara slammed the door and stormed out of the office, I let out a growl of frustration. My foot instinctively kicked the edge of the desk, sending a sharp jolt of pain up my leg.
“Damn it!” I hissed, limping slightly as I began to pace the office.
This was not how today was supposed to go. Pretending to be Giovanni was hard enough without the added drama of his wife accusing him of infidelity and the HR staff trying to seduce me. How did he live like this?
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I scrolled to Giovanni’s number and dialed. He picked up after the first ring, his voice as casual as ever.
“Antonio,” he drawled. “What’s up?”
“What’s up?” I snapped, not giving him a chance to say more. “What’s up is that your wife thinks you’re cheating on her! Car
