{FRANCESCO}
Julio entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me in my armchair, a glass of whiskey in hand. His brows rose. "I thought you'd be fucking your wife right now. The last thing I expected was to find you here." He strolled to the three piece suite.
One side of my lips twitched. "Change of plans," I grunted and pointed at the half-empty decanter on the table. "Join me."
He breathed out a laugh before grabbing a glass and helping himself to the liquor. "Gladly." He slumped into the sofa, his eyes fixed on me, studying me, assessing me. "Want to tell me what happened?"
I tilted my head back. "Her father is a larger pain in the ass than I thought he would be."
"What did he do this time?"
"He talked to Fabrizio and joined all the dots. Then he told Stephanie I planned the whole thing and that she had no other choice than to come to me. He told her I manipulated her."
