I welcome the peace and quiet of the apartment I share with Enzo a little too eagerly, dismissing Liam's advances.

He dropped Rigena at her place first, only to have some kind of excuse to come inside with me, but I was having none of that.

I totally needed some time on my own.

Plus, Enzo was about to arrive from work. I couldn't have Liam here for that.

Enzo Volpe and I were about to have that conversation.

A final farewell.

And to think that for the past two years I believed he was a perfect guy – everything that Liam was not.

It's been such a long, stressful day and I haven't even gotten any sleep. My night shift is due in a little under two hours, and I've just found out the man of my dreams, a supposed adoring, surrogate father to Sofia is:

Working with my father, Kieran the Knife Murphy.

Someone who frigging wired our apartment!

Why do fuck all the worst things happen to me of all people?

Just when I thought I found refuge here – in another country, in another city, in another man's arms – it turns out it was all fake.

Did Enzo Volpe even like me? Or had he approached me purely on my father's orders?

I plan to wreak havoc when he walks through the front door, but for that, I need to gather my energy first.

I'm dead tired, ravenous and as always, slightly horny. I kind of took care of the hunger part on the way home, grabbing a quick bite to eat. But I'm absolutely beat right now and I haven't even managed to take my afternoon nap before work.

All because of Liam frigging Cavanaugh and the visit to the village of Castel Gandolfo.

Not that I regret the visit in the slightest. It opened my eyes in so many ways. And now I know – I have to break up with Enzo.

Mentally preparing for what must be done, I enter soon-not-to-be our spacious bathroom. I run the water into the Roman style tub, adding several beads of bath oil. I strip out of my clothes, relishing the feeling of each inch of skin that's exposed as each garment is dropped to the floor. Finally totally nude, I stand in front of the full length mirror as the tub continues to fill. At almost thirty years old and after giving birth to Sofia, my body is still pretty damn good.

My breasts are full and firm, topped with light brown nipples that when erect can cut glass. My stomach is still fairly flat. My hips flare out just perfect for my frame. My legs are lean and smooth, and turning around, I glance at a killer ass.

One last bath. Purifying my body and my mind from this accursed, supposed home. A home in which I was living a lie for oh-so long.

I turn on soft music on my phone and then walk to the tub, slowly easing myself into the almost scalding hot water. As I lean back, my whole body below my neck now submerged, I flip a switch and the powerful jets come to life, churning the water wildly and massaging my body.

Ahhh. Now this is heaven.

The strong jets massage my tired muscles; the hot water splashes against me as the soft music carries away the worries of the day. With my eyes closed and completely relaxed, my hands start moving over my flat stomach, feeling the heated, wet skin.

Without even thinking, they move on their own downwards, sliding across my inner thighs. Without even realizing it, I was slowly starting to turn myself on. I feel the familiar stirrings as my passion starts to rise. I open my eyes and, looking down, see my large breasts sitting on top of the water like two mountains. My nipples are already rock hard.

It has been mere hours since my last orgasm, courtesy of my ex, and yet I am once again in a desperate need of release.

And once again it's all Liam Cavanaugh's fault for waking up my appetite and rousing the beast in me.

My fingers find my already erect and extended clit, poking out slightly from its folds. I trace small circles around it with my finger tip as my other hand starts kneading my breasts. I reach over to my supply on the ledge and take a tiny bullet vibrator in my hand. Quickly turning it on, I place the buzzing object directly on my hard, swollen nub.

I need an escape from the ever-growing ball of anxiety curling in my stomach.

I need to cum, and cum right now.

As I pinch and roll a nipple as hard as I can, I move the bullet across my clit, sending shock waves throughout my body, squirming in the water as the buzzing effect flames my desire.

I reach down with my second hand and dip a finger deep into my steaming hot entrance. I swirl the finger inside me as I continue to attack my nub. I raise both legs and put a foot on each side of the tub, spreading my legs wide open, giving me better access.

A second finger joins the first and I started to slowly fuck my pussy, imagining Liam's hand between my legs, swirling the wet fingers all the way out, then slamming them back in. After several moments, I bring the pussy-soaked fingers to my lips and taste my own juice.

Still breathing very hard, I raise up on my knees, and grab the second toy I had with me. It was a brand new one, made specifically for the tub. A thick realistic looking dildo, with a large suction cup at the end of the shaft. I place it against the tub, and press hard.

This should make me forget about all the fucked up things that happened mere hours ago.

Satisfied with my discovery and its positioning, I get on all fours and then slowly back up. I reach between my legs and find the hard monster, rubbing it along my soaking wet folds. When it enters me first, I almost squeal in slight pain, as it's slightly larger than anything I'm used to. After getting accustomed to its size and girth, I ease backwards, and then start a slight rocking motion, pulling the rubber cock out then back in. With each thrust, it sinks a little deeper, and by the time I get the majority of it in me, I become very comfortable with the size, feeling completely full and massively turned on.

Screw Liam Cavanaugh. Screw stupid Enzo Volpe. Screw Luciano Bianchi and my mother, the new Donna of the Castel Gandolfo.

Time to put myself first for once.

I rock back and forth on the massive toy, harder and faster. Within a few moments I am fucking it in earnest, slamming back onto it with all the force I could. With each stroke I feel stretched to the limit, and then I reach over to grab the bullet vibe once more.

It easily finds its way onto my rock hard clit. As I increase the speed and the rhythm, my large breasts splash around in the tub, my hard nipples delighting in the feel of the hot water against them.

Moments later, I feel the tingling in my toes as my orgasm begins in earnest. Judging by the tiny tremors in my body, I just know this release is going to be huge. Precisely as it reaches my pussy, I slam back hard on the cock, burying the shaft as deep within me as I could. I also place the vibe hard against my clit, and scream loudly as wave after wave of delicious pleasure crashes over me.

My clit is begging for me to release it, but I deny the plea. Instead, I keep pressing the vibe tightly against it.

I cum, and cum and cum, each wave harder than the first; I feel myself slowly becoming dizzy and losing track of all feelings, other than the throbbing pleasure in my pussy and clit.

In the end of it all, I actually see white lights flashing behind my tightly closed eyelids, and my completely-out-of-control mouth whispers Liam's name time, and time again.

Liam. Oh, Liam. Liam, how much I wish you were here with me.

I roll over and just lay there in the tub silently for several moments, trying to get my senses back, actively hating myself for thinking of Liam in my weakest, most vulnerable, most enjoyable moment.

I hate myself for thinking both of him and our hidden naughty pleasurable game I was a willing participant in, this afternoon.

I may be fully ready to tell Enzo to fuck the hell off and send him out of my life but I know it in my heart: I am not ready to go back to Liam Cavanaugh.

You can do this, Alex. It's just a drug. He is just a drug you were hooked on but he is not good for you. And you have to make sure that this afternoon with Liam doesn't happen again.

Just as my breathing finally eases, the front door shrieks. The sound of a key turning in the lock jolts me out of my plans to banish Liam from my heart.

Enzo. My heart skips a beat. He's home early.

I quickly turn off the water, the rushing sound replaced by an eerie silence. Grabbing a fluffy white towel, I wrap it hastily around my body, my mind racing.

It's now or never. It'll take guts but he sure had guts to fake his relationship with me for two years.

To fake his bond with my daughter.

Get ready, you asshole, because I'm coming for you.

His voice echoes through the apartment. "Cara mia, are you ready? Chiara? You might be late for your night shift."

I emerge from the bathroom, the towel barely concealing my nudity. Enzo's eyes widen, a look of unabashed desire flickering across his face. I meet his gaze fully, my own expression a mask of indifference and ire.

"Cara mia, you look stunning," he purrs, adjusting his throbbing erection in tight white pants.

"Oh yeah? Well, take a good look, Enzo," I say this as loudly and as confidently as I can. "Because you can be damn sure you won't be seeing this again."

His brow furrows, confusion momentarily clouding his handsome features. "Why? What is wrong, Chiara? No matter what happened, we can talk it through. Tell me what I did wrong and I can try and change."

"Not this, you can't. You see, Enzo. I know everything," I reply, my voice cold and hard. "Everything about you working with my father, about the bugs in this apartment. You don't get to play me for a fool anymore."

Enzo's smooth facade cracks as he mumbles: "What are you even talking about?"

But I totally see through his bullshit act.

The way his eyes dart around the room; that subtle tension in his jaw, it all reeks of guilt.

I ignore his muttering, my focus razor-sharp.
"What am I talking about, you say! Let's see what I'm talking about!"

I stride across the apartment, overturning cushions, checking behind pictures, and inspecting every single nook and cranny.

Underneath the couch, I find it - a tiny, almost invisible bug. I hold it up, my voice dripping with contempt. "Is this enough proof for you, Enzo?"

He stumbles back. "Listen, Chiara... I... It's not what you think at all. I can explain," he begins.

"Save your breath! I'm not interested in your fucking explanations! There is no way you can, even if you try. How does one justify listening in on everything I say and do, for years? Everything Sofia says and does? You fucking sicko."

I continue my search, finding more and more of his surveillance devices. Behind a painting, I discover another bug. Under a potted plant, a third. Each find fuels my anger so much that I now have to struggle not to strangle him.

I toss the collected bugs onto the bed, creating a grotesque pile of evidence. As Enzo stares on impotently, I grab a suitcase from the corner, tossing in a few clothes, underwear, and toiletries. My movements are swift and decisive.

"Chiara, amore mio, ti prego..."

"Don't call me like that. I am not Chiara and I am not your love. You only played house with me on my father's orders, didn't you? Listen to me very carefully, I shall say this only once. This is over, Enzo. You and I," I say, pointing at him and then me. "Over. Forever. You'll never see me again. I'll quit the job at Policlinico as of this morning, too."

"You can't just quit your job, Alex," he protests. "Where will you go? What will you do?"

I pause, my movements deliberate. Each item I place in the suitcase feels like a piece of my old life slipping away. I'm a butterfly again, shedding my cocoon and getting ready to fly.

"That's none of your business, Enzo."

His eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flickering in them. "You can't just leave like this," he insists, his voice rising slightly."We have a life together."

I let out a bitter laugh. "A life based on lies and deceit? Um, no thank you."

With that, I zip up the suitcase and sling it over my shoulder. One last glance around the apartment, now just a reminder of the fake life I'm leaving behind, and I turn to leave.

As I reach the door, I pause, my hand hovering over the handle. "And Enzo," I add, "don't bother following me. If you do, I'll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of man you are. Mafia ties and all. "

With that, I slam the door shut, descend the stairs and step out into the night.