Fabrizio’s POV
I stood by the window, watching the city spread out below, my thoughts scattered. The morning sun poured in, casting long shadows across the room, but I barely noticed. My mind was still on her—on Tabitha.
She was under my roof now, and she was mine. I had made that clear, hadn’t I? Yet, something about her left me unsettled, restless in ways I couldn’t quite define. I didn’t doubt my claim over her, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the way she questioned everything.
It pissed me off.
I wasn’t used to being questioned—least of all by a woman who barely knew me. But with Tabitha, it was different. She didn’t just fall in line like I expected. She pushed back, resisted in small, subtle ways that gnawed at my control. And the worst part? I f*****g liked it.
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