Page 72 of Sins of Sorrow


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But I was a different man back then. I struggled with women—not understanding why I never felt fulfilled both sexually and intellectually. It wasn’t until my ex-girlfriend that I began to understand why.

Giving pleasure brings me pleasure.

But I have no interest in giving just any woman pleasure. She has to interest me. Intrigue me.Challengeme.

“That was a long time ago, Lorenzo.”

The music is loud, so I cannot hear my cousin as he leans down and says something to the women in his lap, but she looks over at me with a shy smile spreading across her lips as she stands and sashays over.

Her black dress is like a second skin, clinging to her as she tries to pull it down slightly while she walks, but it still leaves little to the imagination.

She hardly slows as she approaches and leans forward, as though she’s going to climb into my lap.

With the bourbon in my hand, I hold the glass upward, signaling for her to stop. “That's enough,” I tell her, only feeling the smallest tick of remorse as her face falls. “I am not interested.”

Embarrassed, she turns and quickly scurries back over to Enzo, who’s glaring at me.

“Not tonight,” I tell him, then lean forward, bracing my elbows against my knees, once again returning my attention to the dance floor.

Vinnie muddles my thoughts again, and I wonder what she’s up to.

Succumbing to temptation, I pull my phone from my pocket and scroll through my contacts to find hers. She hid her phone number under an alias, but it’s not difficult to find. She’s labeled herself asThief.

Clever pseudonym, piccola ladra.

I keep the phone in my hand, not knowing whether she’s even awake to read the message. It’s late, andthough many would say the night was only beginning, others have been asleep for hours.

There are so many things I have yet to learn about her, one of those being if she is a night owl or early riser.

There’s a flip in my heart when my phone vibrates in my grasp.

I thought you might appreciate that.

I just added you to my contacts as S.

S. My initial with which I signed the note from her floral arrangement with.

I can feel Enzo’s stare as I ignore the club around me and respond to her.

How was the rest of your day?

She replies immediately, and it brings a smile to my lips.

Nothing special. How is your trip so far?

Uneventful. I am currently sitting at a club watching people make a fool of themselves. Not my idea of an exciting evening.

Sounds riveting. What would you rather be doing?

Anything with you.

“Sly,” Enzo says, drawing my attention.

“Che cosa?”

“I asked if you wanted another,” he says, tipping his head toward my glass.

Glancing around the balcony, I realize the redhead is gone.