Faust
SHE WORE the f*****g black bikini.
After I explicitly told her not to do it.
I was seething with rage, seething inside. Enzo and his man had raked their eyes all over Francesca's body, ogling her like ravenous wolves as she strolled by. The tiny scraps of fabric did nothing to cover her ample breasts and ass. She might as well have walked by naked.
Damn mother of God , I was going to s***k her ass raw when I got the chance.
Enzo made some comment that I barely heard through the fury ringing in my ears. How could I concentrate on this meeting knowing what she'd done? We were supposed to all have dinner together as soon as Enzo and I finished discussing our agreement.
That clearly couldn't happen, since I would probably stab anyone who dared look at her twice.
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