CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Alessandro Moretti has brought me nothing but anger, frustration, confusion, lust, and now another fucking blonde to fuck with me.

Raquel Whittle is the epitome of a trophy wife. She holds her head up high as she approaches me, reeking of money. I, on the other hand, look like the disgruntled mistress. Cheap and expendable.

The girl has probably always gotten what she wanted.

"You wanted a word?" I ask in a cool tone.

She sniffs and then takes off her sunglasses to look down her nose at me. Her eyes are red and puffy like she has been crying the whole day.

"How could you?" She sniffles again. "How could you do that to Alessandro and me?"

Wait up. I'm thoroughly confused now. Never has Alessandro alluded that there was a real relationship between them, Yet, he never really tells me anything either. He just said she was part of a business deal.

"I would give a shit if I knew what you were talking about."

Her mouth drops open in shock as if I've just violated her. "He and I