Isola, Italy
I rushed out of the hotel, unable to hold back my tears. I should never have decided to lose my virginity to a fuc.king stranger just because Paolo broke up with me after I told him I didn't want to have s*x with him. He accused me of being an iceberg, cold and asexual. My ex-boyfriend revealed that he was with me because of the glamour of dating "Luigi e Marone's" most prominent corporate advocate. He worked for the prosecutor's office.
It wasn't enough that Natalia had gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me alone in a house full of memories of her; I had to deal with Paolo's mean behaviour.
The ass.hole called me an iceberg! Who? Me!
I was a warm-hearted person, the soul of our law firm. Whenever things got bad for any of us, I was the one to lift the office spirit and
