Enzo

"You alright, Enzo?"

No. I wasn't fucking alright. I felt like punching the wall, despite the fact that I'd just spent two hours in Luca's gym taking out my frustration on the punching bag while fighting the insane urge to fist my cock and jack off in the bathroom. Again. At the rate I was going, the damn thing would be nothing but raw, bloody skin.

I was too old to be so jacked up over a woman. But I couldn't get the picture of Sera in that fucking scrap of a pink dress out of my head. Or in the creamy lace one that hugged her ass and...