Page 14 of Saved By A God
Noticing Dad fixed me a plate of spaghetti bolognese, I let out an exhausted sigh. “Thanks, Dad.” I see the tired lines on his face and say, “Go home and get some rest.”
“Are you going to eat and sleep?” he asks.
“I promise I will,” I assure him so he won’t worry. “Thanks for all your help.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Love you, Rosellina.”
My full name translates to little rose, and Dad only uses it when he’s feeling emotional.
I grab his hand and give it a squeeze. “I love you more than all the candy in the world.”
He grins at me before walking to the exit.
Watching him on the cameras, I take a bite of the food.
Now that I have time to think, my thoughts instantly turn to the cold, hard fact that I had sex with Enzo.
The shock hits anew, making my jaw drop.
I HAD SEX WITH ENZO!!!
No way!
I don’t know if I should laugh, scream, or launch myself off the roof of my building.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
He will lose his shit if he ever finds out I was the girl in the dark who gave him everything before erasing myself like I was never there.
Thank God, I did that!
The next second, regret pours into my chest, and I drop the fork on the plate. I shake my head, upset that instead of going in blind, I should’ve checked who was paired with me.
How am I supposed to look Enzo in the eye now?
My entire body heats when memories from last night flash through my mind. As it once again sinks in that my anonymous partner was Enzo, chaos fills my chest.
For years, I’ve had a crush on him, and just as I try to move on and put it behind me, by some twisted stroke of fate, I end up having sex with Enzo.
Up until now, it was just a painful experience, but knowing Enzo is the man who took my virginity changes things completely.
Part of me is so stunned, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to accept it fully, and the other part tries to remember how his hands felt on my hips, how his breathing sounded, how he moved in and out of me with powerful thrusts.
I recall things I didn’t give much thought to because now they belong to him.
Rubbing a hand over my face, I let out a groan.
No, Rosie. This changes nothing.
Enzo has been very clear that he only sees you as a friend.
God, it just makes it all so much worse.
He can never know, and I have to make sure my tattoo is always covered. If he ever finds out, it will mean the end of our friendship.
That can never happen. I’m taking this to my grave!
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