ROCCO’s POV.
I downed one glass after the other, I am genuinely frustrated at this point. I still can’t believe that Valentino wants to get married to her? How can he stoop so low?
I angrily slam my hand on the table while I feel a presence behind me and her face comes into view. I want to hiss, she isn't the person I was hoping to see.
“You are drunk now, Rocco boss” my assistant says, “maybe I should get you back to the hotel before you pass out here”
“You can go back first” I tell her, “I will come later”
“I can not leave you here on your own” she says again, “at this point, you are my responsibility and I can not leave you here”
“Then sit down quietly and don’t say a word”
She pulls out a chair and lowers herself on it, her gaze still on me.
We are both silent for a while, the
