"Vincenzo, are you okay?" I called out, trying to push open his door. It wouldn't budge. He'd locked it from the inside.
Muffled groans of pain came from his bedroom. Though he struggled to stifle them, I could hear the strain in his voice when he shouted, "I'm fine! Just leave me alone!"
Vanya muttered in my head.Stubborn i***t.
She had a point.
I marched downstairs and asked the housekeeper for Vincenzo's spare key. Without hesitation, I marched back up, thrust the key into the lock, and pushed inside. The door clicked shut behind me as I turned the lock.
Vincenzo was sprawled across his bed in black silk pajamas that hung open at the chest. The bedroom lighting caught every ridge of his muscled torso, making him look devastatingly attractive even while he was clearly in pain.
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