Vincenzo's POV
Pulling my hand out to cover my mouth, I laughed. Hard.
Having to squeeze my eyes shut and cover my mouth to prevent anyone from seeing me like this, I laughed at how ridiculous this lady was being.
I saved her from a life of forced prostitution and what do I get in return? Her offering to become my mistress? Well, no thank you. There's only one woman that I'm interested in sleeping with and that woman is all that is in my mind right now.
"What makes you think I want to make you my mistress?" I finished laughing, running my fingers through my hair with one hand as I waited for her to reply.
"Huh? B-Because you... you..." She drifted off and I raised a brow.
"I thought you liked me," she blushed.
"I don't know what I did to make you think that," I muttered mostly to myself rather than anyone else as I tried to think back to when I met her but I honestly didn't remember. I've either got some memory issues or the memory was just that insignificant.