Dario’s point of view.
What he’s saying makes perfect sense. It’s just that… it doesn’t make any sense.
I wanted to tell him that yes, I finished and I had a great time… thanks to him. Thanks to his lips and the images that my mind conjured. But I can’t. And besides, maybe he’s right. Maybe it was the wrong woman. At least I hope so.
But the fact that he won’t look at me anymore annoys me. I want him to look at me because, honestly, even now, the way he looks at me is special. Nobody has looked at me like that. Like he sees beyond the pretty face and pretty body.
It’s official. I’m one f****d up CEO.
So, I hope he’s right. I hope that tonight I’ll find a woman and f**k her while thinking of her.
“But if I take staring at you out of my routine, I have to replace it with something else
