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holding Matias. I could’ve dropped him.”
    “Come on, baby, you love me touching your arse,” he teased her.
    “Sebastiano, non essere avido ,” Nonna reprimanded him.
    “That’s right, Daddy. Being crude is so not your style." I laughed. My father didn’t care who was around when it came to touching Sierra. He loved her and he showed it at every opportunity, no matter who was present. “Daddy, is there any chance one of the men can run down to the shops and get some icing sugar?”
    “You need icing sugar? For the doughnuts?” he asked.
    “Yeah, we’ve run out and they are not doughnuts. They are fucking zeppole !” Geez, Sierra must have brainwashed him. He knows very well they are zeppole . Love is blind that was for sure. Not that I would ever experience that.
    “There’s a shitload of icing sugar in the cellar,” my father enlightened us. “We ordered it in bulk at Easter time and we had nowhere to store it because Nonna thought she was feeding the five thousand.”
    “Great, I’ll go down and get it; you all go off and enjoy the party. I will finish off the zeppole .” I ushered everyone out the door, pecking my father and Matias on the cheek.
    Shit, it was hot in the kitchen. I was actually looking forward to spending time in the cellar where it was cool. I’d dressed appropriately in cool clothes, knowing I was going to be helping Nonna in the kitchen. I wore a simple strapless faux-leather jumpsuit. It was sexy of course, because every time I anticipated seeing Riccardo, which was almost every day, I dressed to tease. My black, short jumpsuit had a zipper that began at the breasts and ended at the crotch. It was too hot to wear a bra so I had the zipper lowered a couple of centimetres to display some cleavage. The jumpsuit was high cut around my thighs and it showed off my tanned legs and I loved the feel of my ponytail swishing against my bare back. I felt sexy and I was more than ready to flirt with Riccardo. I was ready to tempt him. It was just a matter of time before he caved.
    Re-adjusting my long, blonde hair back into its ponytail, I headed towards the cellar.
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    RICCARDO
    Damn, I needed to take a shower and head on down to the party. I’d spent over an hour working out and my arms were fucking killing me from the amount of pull ups and weights I’d done. I was trashed. I drank scotch during my workout to try and blur out images of the last time Lorena was in the gym and worked out alongside me in her skimpy gym wear. Fuck, that woman did my head in. No amount of scotch could blur her from my mind. I still felt the same; working out hadn’t changed the fact that I was one sick bastard, harbouring dirty thoughts about my best friend’s daughter.
    I was a fucking traitor. I thought about Lorena constantly, a woman I had no right to even consider being with, ever. But I couldn’t help myself. I was so fucking addicted to her. Lorena was the one woman I couldn’t shake off. She consumed my every thought, my every breath.
    Ever since the accidental death of her mother, Lorena needed me and I was there for her. But it came at a price, a price I was almost willing to give in to. Almost. I tossed back another drink, glancing at the bottle of scotch Stefano had left behind and my sight was a touch hazy. Fuck. I was trashed. I should never have started drinking after Stefano and Sebastiano left but I needed it. All I needed now was a smoke. I had been smoking and drinking too much lately, all in the aid of trying to forget about Lorena. To erase her from my mind, but nothing helped clear my head. All I was doing was slipping further into a dark abyss, and no matter how many hits I did or how drunk I got, nothing ever helped.
    Whenever I walked into a room, I tried and make myself scarce, because it was just too fucking hard for me not to look at her. I tried not to think of what I’d like to do to her, not to stare at her and see the woman she had become. I couldn’t help but picture