/Eliana's POV/
I'm safe, for now. Riccardo has moved me to his new apartment and is now living with me. It has been actually three days since the nightmare sort of ended.
We haven't talked about the video or my sexual activities with Riccardo. Whenever the topic of Edoardo is brought up, he would usually brushes it off. He apologized for not believing me and we moved on.
"We are trying to find Edoardo," he sighed as he dropped himself to the couch.
"He is going to make it hard." He nodded, "If I try to reach—"
"There is no way in hell you're going to reach out to him," he stared at me. "I'll find another way,"
"But—"
"It's final, Peaches," he held his face. "Did you eat dinner?" I nodded.
"You seem stressed," I caressed his thighs, brushing my fingers on his crotch.
