[Dante]
From the twenty-fourth floor, everything looked insignificant. Cars, people, lives—they crawled like ants, unaware of the giants above them. I stood at the glass wall of my office, coffee gone cold in my hand, watching the parking lot below.
That’s when I saw her.
Bianca.
Even from this height, there was no mistaking the subtle arrogance in her posture, the way her spine held straight despite the stiffness in her step. Of course, she hadn’t fully recovered from the s*x. If only that fool hadn’t interrupted us.
She didn’t have a car. Maybe I needed to get her one—but I couldn’t fathom her preferences in vehicles.
She was walking toward the road when someone intercepted her.
My eyes narrowed at the sight of Bella. Setting the coffee in my hand on the desk, I reached for my p
