AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.

“Who’s that girl, Axel?”

I let out a deep sigh, my fingers unbuttoning my sleeves. Nelly was driving me insane with her persistent questions about Olivia.

“Someone.”

I said dryly, unsure of the right words to describe her.

I heard her light footsteps approach, and saw her stand right in front of me, preventing me from taking any further steps to lay on the bed.

I was exhausted from all the pleasure Olivia’s mouth had brought me, and I needed to lay my ...