Alonso's hands twitched. His eyes shifted from the water in his hands to the door in front of him. How badly the desire built up in him to go through with it. How foul would the trouble be? Not the worst.
The Vedova Nera boss though some time had passed, would likely still be stuck floating on a cloud of pleasure. The pleasure that a little bit of cold liquid would surely help to kill. At what cost? Oh, did it honestly matter? Jovani needed to see what was going on around him while he decided to lose his mind at the worst possible time.
"Alonso, Alonso, Alonso. I told you not to come back and bother me yet." The voice drifted from the far side of the office. Slurred and overly content. The clothes somehow made their way out of the doorway. To join the other on the floor, or did they manage to find their way back into their owner?
