Arianna's POV

It was late when we finally got to the hotel room. Gabriele was quiet as usual but this time I didn't have it in me to try and make him feel better.

I was also hurt by his words.

Brett was just my friend. Even if he was trying to get into my panties, I wasn't going to let him. But Gabriele didn't think of that.

He simply concluded that Brett was going to get what he wanted if I kept talking to him. But he was my friend.

What was I supposed to do? Ignore him the next time I saw him on the streets? It wasn't...