Jennifer Hackney is dead and left in her wake are two people very important to her; Anna Gilmore and Harry Jones.
Anna is struggling to cope after the death of her best friend and is headed in one direction-rock bottom.
Harry insists he's fine afte...
Trigger warning: This chapter addresses issues of sexual assault and may be upsetting for some readers.
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Dear Jen,
What did I do wrong? I haven't seen Harry in two days and today—according to your instructions—we're headed to Berlin. Our flight leaves in five hours and the cab taking us to the airport is due in just two.
Where the fuck is he?
"Drink?"
An attractive man with an Italian accent leans on the bar and smirks.
"Umm—"
"I couldn't possibly let a woman as beautiful as you drink alone."
Holy shit—he's flirting with me, Jen!
"Thanks."
I let him order me a red wine, figuring he knows more about Italian beverages than me. I carefully watch him as the bartender hands him my glass, not trusting him to not spike my drink. He may be attractive, but that doesn't mean he's not sketchy AF!
"What is your name?" he asks.
"Anna. You?"
He smiles. "Lorenzo."
I accept my drink and sip on the fruity concoction. "Thanks."
Jen—seriously—he's HOT!!!!
"Just arrived?" asks Lorenzo, gesturing towards my suitcase.
"Leaving, actually," I reply.
His dark brown hair blows in the early afternoon breeze, ruining the neat style he had going on in the most delightful way possible. I suddenly have the urge to run my fingers though each knot in an attempt to make it even messier.
"That's a shame." His emerald green eyes narrow as he frowns. "I suppose we'll just have to make do with the time we've got."
"Two hours," I inform. "I'm leaving for the airport in two hours."
He taps his chin, contemplating possible steps.
Is this the distraction I need, Jen? Will Lorenzo help me forget about Harry?
"Come!" he says, beautiful smile in tow. "You have not experienced Rome without trying Mama's famous gelato."
I have no idea what prompts me to follow him, Jen but one minute I'm sat nursing a delicious wine at the hotel bar, and the next, I'm licking chocolate ice cream from my fingers.
"You like?" he asks.
"Very much so," I reply, smiling.
I check my watch and notice an hour has gone by.
"I better be getting back," I say, wiggling my suitcase to emphasise my point. "Don't want to miss my flight."
