Chapter 21 Tell me the truth

VALENTINO'S POV

Instead, I wiped the last of the whiskey off my chest, ripped off the drenched shirt, and tossed it aside, facing her fully.

“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice dark and slow.

“I do not recall giving you permission,” I drawled, but she was not listening.

Her eyes were glued to ...

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