Meet The Other Woman

[Denali’s POV]

I don’t speak as Rosco's words begin to race around in my mind. Be more selfish. How could I possibly? He wasn’t mine to do that with, but somewhere deep down, I found that I wanted to do just that. But as quickly as this thought appears, I push it away.

“It’s fine either way." I shrug, keeping myself composed. “Just keep your private matters private.”

Immediately I know that what I’ve said is wrong just by the look of disdain that crosses Rosco’s features, but before he can say anything, the car around us stops and the driver says something in Italian.

“Times up,” Rosco grumbles, handing the man some money. “Come along, princess.”

“Where?” I ask as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the car after him. Where are we and what are we doing?”

Frowning, I take in the building in front of us with its name written in Italian, and when the smell of food reaches my nose, I understand that we are at a restaurant.