“Is this sudden decision to leave because I can’t define what this is between us?” Alessandro asks in a low yet sharp voice. I shake my head.
“No, I had already made up my mind way before this date,” I say, and he shakes his head in disbelief, clearly not believing me.
“You told me that you wanted me to take you out on this date so that you could make the decision. Is this what it was all about? You giving me an ultimatum?”
I scoff and shake my head. Why would he even think that? I didn’t give him any sort of ultimatum. I would never do that. Hell, I didn’t even say anything except that I’m leaving.
“No, that’s not true,” I say, watching as his lips curl into a knowing smirk, the kind that makes my blood boil.
“Don’t lie to me, Renée. I understand the answer you want from me—I do. But
