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Behind the Towel

Chapter 17

Behind the Towel

Sophia

Oh the audacity.

I stood there in the middle of the room, my cheeks heated as L'Angelo watched me in just towel and they audacity he had to tell me to let it go.

Running my palm in my hair, I glared at him and the small sound he made when his eyes fell on my exposed legs.

"I'm waiting." He said.

"And why is that?" I questioned.

"God so help me, Sophia." He chuckled, a dark one that sent tingling sensation down my spine.

"You want me to strip for you? I don't think that's happening, L'Angelo Dell Terrore." I spat before I could hold my tongue.

His eyes widened at my sudden outburst and then...he smirked.

"I'm so going to enjoy..." He trailed off when his phone rang, and he picked it up with a frown on his beautiful face.

God! Why did you have to make him so handsome, so beautiful, so good.

"I'll be there soon..... Don't use that tone on me, Enzo." He snarled and I tense instantly. "Enzo?"

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