( this book is currently being HEAVILY edited. I suggest not reading unless you are okay with slight errors.)
In which a 40 year old Italian man falls into the trap of an 22 year old seductress, who babysits his children.
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Our eyes stayed on eac...
"I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife"
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I lightly jogged down the unnecessarily long flight of stairs in the Moritello household, my hand tightly clutched the railing as I neared the end. By the time my foot settled on the hardwood floor, I was embarrassingly out of breath.
I needed to get back into the gym.
My main source of working out was sex with Alex—which took up most of my energy. Not that I was complaining.
Hushed voices in the kitchen pulled me out of my train of thoughts and I heard the distinct sound of Sarah's voice. I instinctively rolled my eyes but advanced closer to where the sound was coming from, my heart beating rapidly against its cage in my chest.
My breath hitched in my throat as I eavesdropped on the couple's conversation.
"So, what did he say?" Alexander's voice echoed off the large walls of the house, his tone was demanding, powerful and drew the attention of anyone who had the luck to be in the same room as him.
From the reflection of the door, I took note of his position. He stood against the marble counter, arms crossed tensely. His figure was clad in a dress shirt and some formal black slacks, a good substitute for the swimming attire he was just in. Droplets of water fell from his drying hair, —he looked undeniably edible and I would've spent more time ogling him if it wasn't for Sarah's voice snapping me out of my haze.
"Who?" she questioned, filling the portable blender in front of her with a combination of kale, spinach and avocado. My eyebrows shot up in surprise at the unusual smoothie ingredients but I shrugged it off.
"Smith. Your gynecologist." Alex stated matter-of-factly. His slightly angry tone went unnoticed and my confusion grew.
Why would he be mad at that?
"Oh- uhm, everything's good, he gave me relevant information."
He looked at her with a bored expression on his perfectly sculpted face, urging her to continue.
"Why is it so important anyway? You weren't too happy when I told you." Sarah let out a puff of air and took her focus off the green juice she was making, instead turning to Alex. She mimicked his expression and crossed her hands over her chest.
Told him what?
"And I'm still not happy. But I have the right to know."
I took sudden interest in the conversation, but the guilt of invading their privacy sat heavy on my heart and I decided I couldn't eavesdrop any longer.
My feet lightly pattered against the expensive flooring and I stood in the doorway of the large kitchen, clearing my throat to alert the two of my presence. Both heads turned to my direction and I smiled sheepishly at the pair. "I'm about to leave if that's cool with you." I said, mainly awaiting an answer from Sarah as I knew looking at Alex would raise suspicion somehow.
