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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Alessandro Moretti has a lot of surprises up his sleeve.

I've heard a lot of stories about men succumbing to weaknesses and how sex makes them lose focus. But not Alessandro Moretti.

He must have the will of steel, because he's been torturing me in bed every single night without giving me what I want, satisfying me by making me come, but denying me the ultimate pleasure of himself.

All so I can move in with him.

He withholds to receive the ultimate prize.

It's fucking brilliant because I'm ten seconds from throwing my meager belongings in a bag and begging him to move in with him.

"Your sister hasn't texted me back."

I almost offer Kevin my coffee just to cheer him up. Almost, but I don't, because I'm extremely sexually frustrated and in need of all the help I can get.

"You texted her?" I ask dumbly.

I know he texted her because she came running out of her bedroom screaming like a banshee, letting the whole house know.

"Yeah, like Saturday morning already." He looks dumbfound
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