Their eyes met across the driveway, Luca barely acknowledged her. He walked past, opened the driver's door of his car, slid in, started the engine, and pulled out without looking back.
Vee stared after him, then rolled her eyes. Such a big baby. Honestly. The great Luciano Genovese, ruler of men and breaker of spines, sulking because he didn't get what he wanted. She huffed and turned on her heel, stalking back toward her apartment. Did he really think it was going to happen?
That she would just melt, crawl into his bed, and let him fuck her because he snapped his fingers? Absolutely not. He had said it himself. It was her choice. And her choice was no. Plain. Simple. Non-negotiable.
If he wanted to brood and stomp around like a toddler denied candy, that was his problem. She had bigger things to think about. Luca could glare holes through walls for all she cared. She wasn't responsible for managing his ego or his expectations. Let him sulk.
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