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Nothing in Common?
Pietro had been taught by many lovers. He knew how to make women quiver. It was his delight and his duty as a bon vivant.
He used this skill to tantalize and tease and please more women than he could count, but none of them had ever made him want to repeat his performance more than a dozen times. The novelty wore off quickly. He thanked his heartless mother for that.
His work, and the places it took him, were the perfect excuse to get the hell out of whatever it was the women were hoping for. Once he became famous, women never expected him to become attached.
So the intensity of this all-consuming feeling he had from the very moment he locked eyes with Iris was a gift, or an inescapable curse, he’d never expected. It humbled and excited him. The thrill of perform
