Lorenzo.

I ran my hand through my hair as I paced around the dressing room, trying to suppress my anger.

I stopped walking and looked back at Carlo. “You really need to put an end to whatever you have with that stripper,” I warned, waving my hand upward at him. “It is Messing you up.”

Carlo sighed. “I think you are the one who needs to take a break,” he said. “Your pet is going to hate you if you keep hurting her. Do you really think she would steal that phone if she wasn’t ...