Sara
Antonio Marino wasn’t the man I had expected him to be. Not at all. I had heard the stories about him. The way he had been described to me, I expected to meet some monstrous killer who howled at the moon. Instead, he was a handsome, charming man who apparently believed in romance. Crazy.
He had hit on me, which wasn’t ideal. But that didn’t make him any worse than the customers at Mabel’s who tried their luck on a Friday night. Yeah, he was married, but he took it well when I turned him down. He even said he understood. And I believed him when he said it. I was so confused.
"Hello beautiful, how are you feeling today?" Antonio asked over breakfast, and when I looked into his dark eyes, it seemed as if he really wanted to know. That man was a charmer, I had to give him that.
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