12. A Family

“I need you to be honest with me, Antonio,” Valerie said. Antonio sat across from Valerie, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. “I will always be honest with you, Amore,” he said, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Valerie’s expression twisted into a scowl, her distaste for endearments evident. “Stop it with the nicknames,” she barked. It was clear that she wouldn’t tolerate any form of affectionate language from him, but Antonio found it all the more entertaining to push her buttons. He lifted his arms in mock surrender and offered her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, meeting her intense gaze. “But I can’t seem to help myself.” Her body grew taut with tension as she glared at him, demanding answers. “What is your game, Antonio? Why are you forcing yourself into my life?” Antonio leaned in closer, his expression grave as he rested his elbows on his knees. “Would you believe me if I told you that all of this was for the chance to win your affection?” The