AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.

“You did what?”

She began to tremble, and I watched her take quick steps back in fear after seeing the flash of anger that glinted in my eyes.

“It— It was a mistake.” She stuttered.

“A mistake?” My fists clenched, and my teeth gritted in fury. “You fucking kissed someone else— a mere gardener!”

I didn’t want to visualize the image. His hands were probably around her waist or on her neck. She’d have her eyes closed and lips pouted while he ...