ANTONIO.
Yesterday, I crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed. I almost lost control of myself, and it became clear to me that she was as attracted to me as I was to her. If not for Matteo, who interrupted, I would’ve f*****g f****d her in her father’s office.
He barged in, thinking I was hurting his sister. Like hell, I would never hurt that woman. As a matter of fact, I feel very protective of her.
A knock sounded on my office door, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Come in." I muttered, clearing my throat.
I was in my office, working on some important documents, when I drifted off, thinking about Rosalinda.
The door was pushed open, and Marco, my consigliere, came to view.
"Good morning." He greeted me as he approached me.
"Morning," I replied.
He pulled the visitor’s seat out a
