Angelo climbed off the bed as soon as he realized that it was nearly midnight. He did not care whether his abrupt departure would awaken Diana when he had a wife to get back to. Suddenly, the consequences of his actions were coming back to haunt him.
"Leaving so soon," Angelo paused, buttoning his pants, and he looked at Diana. Her hair was a mess, and the little makeup that she had on earlier was smudged. The hours of lovemaking had surely satisfied him, but not for long because the more he studied her, the more he was beginning to regret his actions.
"Diana--"
"No need to explain yourself, Mr. Sorrentino," Diana said quite plainly.
Guilt was all that Angelo could feel in that very moment as she stood in front of the woman that whom he had just had an affair.
"I thought I told you to call me Angelo," he reminded her, watching as her lips curled into a smile.