CHAPTER 7: Mirabella's POV
I thought about calling Marco and reporting that creep to him. But I brushed that thought right off. I didn't want Marco interfering in my new life.
As I turned on the shower, I recalled how my body felt in close proximity to him. If he weren't such an asshole, I would have f****d him, that's for sure. You didn't come about sexy as sin looking men like that every day.
I moaned as my hands glided over my breasts and travelled down to my c**t. Then, I f****d myself imagining it was Giovanni Moretti. I would never do it anyway, so why not pretend to have it just for a while? The memory of Giovanni’s touch, his scent, none of that was real anymore, but it still haunted me, a reminder of what I secretly craved. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that.
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