Chapter 43 An Unspoken Fear
- Pablo’s p.o.v
- “There’s no way he said that.”
- “And you think I’d be here in Italy having sex with you by 10:00.p.m. on a fucking Monday evening if it were otherwise?” Fiona screamed, making me flip the blanket over seethedly. I stand by the window with my hands resting on the wall, wide apart.