Watching the Boss Fuck

The sheer absurdity of Paola’s suggestion echoed off the bathroom tiles. No one genuinely cared about me since my parents died, and I was entirely too young to remember them. I actually convinced myself Giovanni loved me, but I was epically, fundamentally wrong about him. Was this really my reality now?

"Alright, fine," I snapped, the alcohol buzzing in my system as I stumbled upright. "I'll play