Alessandro was huffing in angst, moving out of Amy’s room and walking down the wide corridor that had a similar door after every two feet.Stupid woman!
I stayed in the hospital, the entire night, held the bucket for her to puke and here she is judging me. Calling me sexist?
And what was up with her asking me about the doctor’s first name? I could tell each and every size of her body that rubbed against me? So why did I need to know her name? she just called me a playboy while laying limp in a bed!
Stupid Amy!
He was radiating anger from every fiber of his body, when his eyes landed on a door that made him stop.
It was the same doctor’s office; she was sitting on a swivel chair, writing down some prescriptions to one of her patient’s that sat from across her. Alessandro halted in fron
