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Mia stormed off Luciano's house, with tears brimming in her eyes, and her chest twisting in pain. She'd slept with him last night, thinking things would become less awkward and easier for them, but it seemed like his disgust for her only increased, and yet she couldn't find it in her heart to dislike him.
“Don't be a cry baby, Mia. We both know he's just acting big. Take this.” Damon said, handing a handkerchief to her.
Mia seemed to calm down after a while, then she frowned, recalling Nadia’s face that she saw in Luciano's house.
“Damon,”
Damon turned to look at her, swirling the glass in hand. “What?”
“I saw someone in Luciano's house and I think she's living with him. I'm confused.”
Damon's interest was solely piqued, he placed the wine on his desk and leaned closer to Mia
