I was dreading going upstairs with Alessandro.
I was trying to wiggle myself out of his hold before that voice stopped him from moving any further.
Bless your soul, whoever that was.
Who knew what would have become of me if he eventually succeeded in taking me upstairs? “Fabiano," Alessandro said as he straightened his spine.
There was a certain tone and edge to the way he called that name.
He must really hate this person.
Alessandro pulled me to his front as he pressed my back flush against his front. His hand came over my chest, and it hung dangerously close to my breast.
What is he doing now?