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And hopefully it’s soon.

Because as I stand here outside of his office, I realize one thing, my feelings for Dante are starting to grow.

But that’s not what scares me the most. My feelings for Dante Rosetti, I can deal with. What I can’t deal with is the amount of guild that grows within me every passing second.

Guilt for putting myself in this man’s life.

Guilt because I’ve come to love the kids and I want to take away their dad from them.

Guilt because I should be thinking about my dad and getting revenge for what was done to him, but in reality I haven’t given it much thought.

Guilt because I’ve come to know Dante and see that he really is not the man that people think he is.

There is so much guilt that when I send the pictures to Gallo later that night, I cry.

I cry because I realize I don’t want to this anymore.

I just don’t know what I mean by this.

Taking Dante down? Or continue to fall for a man that might kill me for my actions.

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Arianna has been quiet. A little too quiet, and after experiencing it for almost five days, I’ve realized that I don’t like it.

The fact that I don’t like it, is a red flag all on its own.

Look I’m a man of very few words and can definitely do without all the chatter that surrounds me half the time, but I hate this. I hate not having Arianna speak more than two words to me when I address her.

And the fact that I’m thinking about her as Arianna and not the nanny, is another red fucking flag.

She hasn’t said a full sentence to me since the day she video called me to show me Angel walking.

Everything that comes out of her mouth is either clipped or a simple yes or no. Hell, she’s even gone back to addressing me as Mr. Rosetti instead of Dante and I hate that too.

But the thing that I hate the most, and this may make me the most pussy-whipped bastard around, is not being able to touch her. I haven’t been able to hold her body against mine as I slide into her. I haven’t been able to feel her pussy tightening around my cock.

And fuck me, I’m really am pussy whipped and I’m not even in a relationship with this woman.

And yes, I’m fucking pissed she won’t talk to me. If this was any other woman, any other nanny, I would say fuck it and would no problem calling up Honor and

letting her take care of my fucking needs.

But she’s not any other woman or a nanny and she has me on a fucking trance.

Now I’m at a point where I can't take it anymore.

So tonight, I’m going to find out what is going through the beautiful nanny’s head.

First thing first, I need Evelyn to finish giving me the rundown of the numbers for the club this week and to head to her place.

Evelyn lives here on the property, a small cottage that can easily house ten people, because there are times that I need her for pressing matters.

She has lived here for years now, even becoming best friends with Angelina, and as far as I know she likes it. It can also be that I don’t question the men that she brings into her home.

Whatever she does in her free time is not something I want to be privy to.

But right now she needs to go.