It had been almost a week since the last time Vincent met Lena.
Ever since he stormed out of the police station, he had been avoiding meeting that woman or even thinking of her.
He never went back to the clinic again and never set his foot on the square. Even during his break, he forbade himself from looking outside the window just in case saw her.
None of those things worked though. She was like the poisoned apple, so dangerous but so delicious also, seducing him to fall into the purgatory of infidelity and taste the most fabulous pleasure.
He loved her, and he wanted her.
He missed her so much that every breath that came out of his lungs made his bones hurt, but he couldn’t have her, because she didn’t love him.
The only woman on earth that he felt so crazy about didn’t love hi
