I withdrew my hand from his. Just the thought of what happened that night made me feel still uncomfortable and hurt. Stefano noticed it and let my hand slip off his grasp. I saw the disappointment in his face but he quickly hid it. The anger I felt on him last time was slowly coming back.
I remember how insulted I was when he left without saying a word. It hurt me- made me feel insecure and broken. I shouldn't have indulge with something that I know there's no hope for.
"I'm sorry I left. I... I'm never the one to succumbed to desire. Maybe I did when I was young-"
"That phrase isn't gonna help you, Stefano. Tell me. What sort of alibi would you give me just so I could change how I felt when you left?" I hissed.
"I was wrong-"
"Wrong about what? About f*****g your driver?" I cut him o
