Salvatore DiMarco
“How long ago were you intimate with my sister?” She locked her eyes with mine, and the air left my lungs. She looked broken, and I hated it. I hated that I made that, I f*****g hated all of it.
I can´t recall when I started caring, but I did, I f*****g do.
I couldn't hold myself, so I took a step back. I can handle the most ruthless business meeting, the most relentless negotiation, but I couldn´t handle her broken gaze. She had gotten under my skin, in every cell of my body, and she has no f*****g idea… “Sienna,” my voice trembled. I felt defeated. I was losing a battle I wasn´t even trying to win.
“How long? Because I saw you getting cozy with her days before her wedding, and she…” she sobbed, “She told me that she wasn't sure if the baby was Frederick's…" The
