/Riccardo's POV/
"Where is he?!" I asked as I bust the door open.
"In his room," she replied. However, when I was about to go, she held my arm, "He is sleeping peacefully,"
"But you said—"
"Yeah, I just wanted a reason to bring you home," she slightly wiggled her brows.
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"I meant," she took my hand, guiding it to her bare waist, "I needed you," I quickly yanked my hand from her grip, anger taking all over me.
"What is wrong with you, Tessa?! How could you lie about my son?!"
"I need your attention, Riccardo!" she screamed.
"I'm not obligated to give you any attention! I don't owe you anything!" I curled my anger into my fist.
"What do you owe that bitch then?!"
"It's none of your business!" she scoffed, "You know what you made me leave for your stupid drama?!"
"Is it sex?!" she crossed her arms as she face me.
"Tessa, I swear to God, you're getting on my last nerve!"
"What is it then that made you this mad?!"
