Giovanni Moretti
I watched Alessia disappear into the bathroom, the sway of her hips a silent invitation that made my throat go dry. The click of the door echoed in the suite, leaving me standing there, torn between following my instincts and maintaining the facade of control I'd cultivated for so long.
Alessandro's gravelly voice cut through my indecision. "Just follow her, boss. She clearly wants you to, and you want to."
I turned to my head of security, raising an eyebrow. "And since when do you give advice on my personal affairs, Alessandro?"
He shrugged, a rare smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Since you started hesitating like a schoolboy with his first crush. It doesn't suit you, Giovanni."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Careful, old friend. I might start to think you'
