Nico
Minchia. s**t.
My remaining doubts about the girl evaporate when I hear her crying. If I made a mistake, it’s a really f*****g big one. Because I seriously don’t want to have to explain to my head of HR why I stripped one of our employees and held a g*n to her head. In my bathroom.
I’ve seriously gone off the deep end this time. The insomnia is f*****g with me—making me paranoid and itchy. I need to get my little brother Stefano out here to help me run the place so I can sleep at least an hour a night. He’s the only one I trust.
“Hey.” I make my voice softer. The girl’s standing under the spray of water, soaking her Harley Quinn pigtails and the pair of light blue satin panties she’s still wearing.
Fuck if I don’t want to yank them right off her and see what’s underneath.
I’m pr
