CHIARA
If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be living in Domenico’s office, I would’ve laughed in their face.
Yet here I am.
Domenico had started dragging me to the office every day. In his defense, he said he couldn’t leave me home alone. He did it for the first few days, then suddenly decided I had to follow him as if I didn’t have a life of my own.
I refused, but he ignored my protests. At first, I hated it here. I was nervous, thinking everyone would stare, whisper, and gossip. Of course, they did… but as the days passed, I got used to it.
There was a small private room, more like a hidden suite connected to his office through a separate door—technically separate, but still his space.
There was a bed, blankets, a restroom, and even a mini fridge stocked with fruits and rid
