Chapter 122: Busy day

Dante smiled. "Yes, that's my uncle's building, actually." "Huh." "I would like to take you to breakfast," Dante murmured, "if you have time, and would like to join me. Gio would be happy about that, too." "Don't manipulate me with your dog, Dante." He grinned. "Where was the lie, though?" Because Gio was happy, and every fucking time she stopped petting his head, he leaned out of the window, and bumped her hand with his nose to make her start up again. Cute dog—even if he did look like he might kill somebody. "Just breakfast, though," Sophia said. "Nothing else." Dante smirked. "Not today, anyway." Jesus. This man was something else.

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