Chapter 9. My Reality

Marco is looking at me waiting for me to speak, and I feel like he's going to start giving me a lecture and I don't blame him for it. I deserve it, but I still don't understand why she wouldn't just tell me she had a child?

“Lorenzo, this isn’t just about you now and what you want from her. She has a fucking child. Once we do this, that baby is in her life every moment of the day. Can you handle it? If not, walk now," he says, looking at me like he expects me to think she isn't worth the hassle. She is, there is only one woman who can sort me out and it is Alice.

I don't care that she has a fucking kid. I care that she lied. That she didn't trust me enough to tell me and ask for help. Instead, she lied. I like her too much to walk, though.

“You know, that night five years ago, I followed her from place to place to get her attention. Something made me want her more than anyone. I remembered sleeping with someone. I just couldn’t remember who, but