When I saw Alessandro’s outstretched hand, I didn’t dare to touch him. There’s a camera that monitors the driveway, and Rocco checks the recordings often. I don’t want my husband to hurt Alessandro just because I allowed my bodyguard to touch me. I don’t know what the deal is between him and my husband, but Rocco doesn’t seem to be concerned about Alessandro. That’s unusual. With all my previous bodyguards, Rocco would go ballistic when he thought that they looked at me a certain way or, God forbid, touched me.
I wish we were somewhere else when Alessandro held out his hand, anywhere where cameras aren’t present. I wanted to take it, maybe because his animosity toward me isn’t hidden behind a fake smile. I’m so sick of this farce my life has become, that I began to believe there isn’t a
