That night, I woke with a jolt, pulled from restless dreams. The bed beside me was cold and empty. Once, Rocco would hold me through the night, swearing he couldn’t sleep without me in his arms.
I found him on the balcony, his back turned, whispering into his phone. His voice carried softly in the stillness.
Coming from the future world, my body’s functions, including hearing, were superior to those of this era.
Avery’s voice rang through the quiet night, sultry and teasing.
“Brother Rocco, I absolutely love the color of the new bag! It’s even prettier than the five you gave me last month.”
“That pastel blue,” she added coyly, “matches the lingerie you tore apart yesterday.”
Rocco’s reply was sharp, his patience clearly thinning.
“Enough. If every night with me earns you tens of thousands in bags, you’re making a killing.”
Avery, both aggrieved and alluring, pouted.
“Brother Rocco, it’s not about the money. I just adore how handsome you are and your… skills.”
“I miss you,” she whispered sweetly. “Can we video call?”
Rocco’s tone turned cold, cutting through her suggestion like a blade.
“No. Valerie is sleeping. If you dare disturb her, I’ll throw you out of the team.”