Nicole
A confession was the last thing I expected from Giovanni. Did he love me? Really? Since when? Different questions rang in my head, and I have never been so shocked in my life. For a moment, I think I saw something that resembled a real emotion on Giovanni's face.
It wasn't a smirk. It wasn't one of those lustful gazes to tell me how much he wanted to f**k me, it was something different… something I'd rather not put a name on.
He is messing with me. I can feel it. This man is not capable of love, and we both know it. He was merely confessing to me so that I could leave Michael and come back to him.
This is insane.
For a moment, I wished his words were true, if anyone said those words, looking as genuine as he looked, I wouldn't question their intention, but with Giovanni, everyt
