ANTONIO

The second week Amy asked for had come.

Good for me. Maybe not for her, as she definitely feared returning since she didn't have much time to spend with me.

She would leave my side in less than two months. But that was enough time for closure if you asked me. “Right—” I dropped my phone and let out a sigh. Where the fuck was Carlos? Another sigh escaped my mouth as I leaned against the chair. It was as though the man could read my mind from his end - wherever he was - opening the door in split seconds.

“Boss.”

“Good.” I picked up my phone and...