The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed.
Matteo was gone.
A relieved sigh escaped my lips as I stared at the empty space beside me. No suffocating presence. No sharp eyes watching my every move. No words meant to unsettle me first thing in the morning.
Good.
I pushed the covers off and sat up, stretching my limbs. The air in the room felt lighter without him in it. Maybe he had left early for business or to go deal with whatever disaster Marcello had caused last night.
Honestly? I didn’t care.
As long as I didn’t have to see his face right now, I was fine.
Dragging myself out of bed, I walked toward the bathroom. The moment I stepped under the warm shower, I let the water cascade over me, washing away the tension from yesterday.
After taking my time in the shower, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself. I walked into Matteo’s massive closet and scanned through the rows of expensive suits, neatly hung shirts, and shelves filled with polished shoes.