Page 81 of Unfaithful

"Oh," I mumbled, unsure what else to say.

Emma, ever curious, tilted her head. "Were they serious?"

Julian nodded. "She's the only girl he ever dated. Before her, he was just whoring himself across continents."

Emma let out a low whistle. "Damn. She must've been special."

Julian chose not to answer, but his eyes stayed on me.

"How long were they together?" Emma asked again.

Julian leaned back, thinking. "Around two years."

"When did they break up?" Emma asked.

"It's been a long time. I can't quite remember," Julian answered promptly. "I think it was more than a year ago or almost two years."

They broke up almost two years ago, yet they still work together. And now she's coming back?

"When did Bobby come into the picture?" I asked.

"That was after he broke up with Nicole. And Archie never dated Bobby. They just fucked, that's all."

This was probably the worst time to be thinking about it, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Archie. Would he be gentle or rough? Would he take his time or completely wreck me? Would he fuck like a beast or like a gentleman?

Dozens of explicit images crashed into my mind, so vivid I had to blink several times to shake them away—Archie, wild and relentless, taking me from behind like a man possessed. God. Last night with Archie had seriously messed with my head. Why the hell was I thinking about this?

"And then you came into the picture," Emma pointed out, pulling me back to reality.

Julian smirked at her. "Why do you ask, Tink? Jealous?"

Emma rolled her eyes but didn't let up. "Why did they break up?"

Julian narrowed his eyes at her. "You're asking too many personal questions, Tink."

Emma shrugged. "I'm a curious person."

Julian thought about it. "I'm not too sure why. He never told me."

"But you have a guess, don't you?"

Julian was hesitant for a moment before he said, "Well... I think it's because he couldn't commit the way she wanted him to."

But then his next words made my heart clench. "But Nicole was special to him. That, I'm sure of."

Emma picked up her phone from the table. "What's her last name? I want to Google her."

"Emma..." I warned, shooting her a look.

But she was already scrolling, and not a minute later, she said, "Found her on your company's website. Nicoletta De Luca." She turned her phone to Julian. "Is that her?"

Julian squinted at the screen before nodding. "Yeah. That's her."

Emma then turned the phone toward me. I leaned over the counter, curiosity getting the best of me.

And I had to swallow a gasp.

The woman on the screen was simply breathtaking. Nicoletta De Luca had the beauty that turned heads. Exotic and effortlessly elegant.

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