CAILY GALILEO
“I am going back to work tomorrow.” I informed Pietro, breaking the brief silence and I watched his brows arch.
“Tesoro,” he called me that again.
“Don't call me that.” I whispered. I didn't need more mind messing today.
“You are not going back to that place, Peaches.” he said, his voice cool and collected, but his gaze stern.
“It's my life. I call the shots on my life and the contract, it doesn't take away this freedom from me.” I pointed out.
“This is not about the contract, Peaches. You were hit in that f*****g company!” He rubbed at his temple.
“I am not going to back down like a coward because I was hit. I wasn't the one at wrong so why should I give up on my work when I wasn't wrong?” I asked him, taking steps closer to him.
“You don't need that job.” he
