You were mad at your husband because, while you two were on a date, the waitress kept flirting with him the whole time, and he didn’t even push her away.

“Mio amore, please forgive me. I have no interest in her; my only interest is you and only you, baby.”

Still, you ignored Nicolo as you walked to your bedroom, and he followed behind you. You took off your jewelry one by one as he continued to talk, trying to get you to forgive him.

You turned around to face him, slowly walking towards him, making him sit on the bed. Standing in front of him, you lifted your leg and placed your foot on his chest, making him lean back and rest on his elbows.

“Take my heel off, Nicolo, and then we’ll talk.”

He chuckled and reached over to unbuckle your heel. “Yes, mio amore.” He removed both of your heels and smirked up at you. “And correction, baby—we’re not just gonna ‘talk’ tonight, mio amore.”