"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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Damian stormed away from me leaving me watching him through blurry vision and a pained heart.
Instead of returning to continue my unexpected fight with Julius, I headed over to my security team who'd watched the entire ordeal in silence.
They drove me back to my office building while I sent my brother a quick text to let him know I left. I wouldn't be surprised if he was enjoying his lunch in peace without the two of us.
I spent the rest of the day getting lost in my work hoping it would take my mind off the argument.
It didn't.
By the time I left work at 10pm, my eyes stung from tiredness and from blinking away the unshed tears all day.
This wasn't how I thought my homecoming in New York would be.
I sound like a fucking broken record. I keep complaining everything has gone wrong. I don't like to complain. It's not who I am.
But there's very little I can do right now.
Was I stupid to think the day I came back my company and my family would all be in tact?
Maybe I'd just be better off accepting my life as a housewife in Sicily.
Even though Costa gave me permission to stay for three weeks every month, I'd probably just spend most of that time trying to save my company.
At this point I could just throw in the towel and accept my fate.
That night he wasn't home when I arrived. It was a good thing though because of the meltdown I had in the bathroom when my period made its arrival.
Well, apparently she arrived much earlier that day. The bitch just didn't knock first to make herself known.
Have you ever just leaked everywhere? The mess looked like a strawberry donut had exploded.
As soon as I found all the blood that stained my panties I broke down crying in Costa's bathroom.
It just added to the worst day possible.
I was lucky I had some supplies prepared, but I wasn't actually smart enough to put a pad on. My white panties and I thought we had more time.
In the end I decided it was best to take a shower because I could save time by crying and cleaning myself at the same time.
I took my time under the hot water allowing the emotions to definitely get the better of me. I really hope my period is to blame and I wasn't becoming a weak bitch.
