Chapter One Hundred And Forty One

Adriana’s POV

For the rest of the day, I felt bad, I felt dirty and guilty but then whenever Massimo asked me why I was too quiet, I usually just rewarded him with a lie… most of which I cooked up on the spot.

The first time he asked, I said that I was only thinking about my mother, and then when he continued asking over and over again, I had to make up something more substantial. I lied that my stomach hurt badly and that I needed rest.

Massimo seemed to understand me perfectly well because he immediately swung into action, acting instead as a good boyfriend would.

He helped me with lunch, gave me body massages, and whenever I went silent again, to ponder over my predicament, he would come with one of those junks I loved.

He was adorable… and it hurt because I was using him!

At about nighttime, I silently made my way to his room, this time with the intent of telling him the whole truth but as soon as I arrived at his door and knocked, I instantly changed my mind.

I couldn’t afford to