Salvatore DiMarco
I closed my laptop because I couldn't believe the audacity of this deranged woman. Dealing with Scarlett is like dealing with a deranged ex who doesn't get no for an answer, and she is pushing so hard that I am close to having my lawyer work on a restraining order.
I am that f*****g angry about the situation. My wife, yes, the woman of my life, is resting her head on my shoulder, and she had the nerve to ask me to go back to the bedroom. Worst of all, her husband, a business partner of mine and, not long ago, a good friend, is sleeping right beside her across the hallway.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, because Sienna was right, this was going to be a long f*****g ass flight. “Thanks for the information,” I grumbled, and then cupped Sienna's cheek.
