Chapter 8
Marcello
As Marcello was changing his train of thoughts began once more.
'What's her purpose? It's not like she knew I had money. She thought I was a bartender when she slept with me.
'What if she acted as if she didn't know? She wouldn't lie because she was just as shocked to see me.'
'Maybe it's not mine?' He thought, even though Emilia clearly stated it was his.
'But then again she was a virgin. It's not like she would hop into bed with me and then....'
The thought enraged him. He didn't even want to think of the possibility of Emilia in bed with another man for some reason he was more comfortable if the child was his than another man with her.
A knock on his door stopped his train of thoughts.
"Come in.” He commanded as he buttoned up his dark blue dress shirt.
"Mr.
