I nodded. "I know, sir."

"So go do it. Help your wife prepare for the birth of your child."

I was about to say something when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Jack that said 911.

"Um...I need to see what this is about. Sounds urgent. Do you mind?"

Chuck motioned for me to go ahead and I started to read my messages.

Jack: The private detective found something you really need to know about.

Me: Is Maddie okay?

Jack: Dude, this is about Zoey.

Me: Zoey? What is he doing with information about Zoey?

Jack: You've known I haven't trusted her from the very beginning. I needed to know what she was hiding and I just found out.

Me: Can it wait until I get home?

Jack: No.

I looked up at Chuck. "It's about Zoey. Do you mind if I step outside and make a call?"

"Of course, go ahead. You know where to find me when you're ready to request that time off."

I nodded and walked outside. I hit Jack's number.

"Cale?" he answered.

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"I knew something was off with Zoey the moment I met her. I told you something was wrong."

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, I know and it was her being secretive about being sick. Dude, we've been over this a million times."

"No, Cale that's not it. That's not it at all. Zoey knew about you."

I waited for him to follow up. He didn't. "What do you mean, she knew about me?"

"Cale...she knew you were the "mystery guy" Maddie talked about all the time. She overheard Maddie and Monica talking about how much Maddie was still hung up on you. That day in the Starbucks, she wasn't the least bit interested in you. She was trying to prove a point to Maddie, who had dared her to ask a stranger to dance. Once you said your name, Zoey figured it out and set out to get with you and make Maddie jealous."

My heartbeat began to speed up as I tried to make sense out of everything Jack was telling me.

"Wait, how do you know all of this?"

"Did you know Zoey had a cousin?"

I shook my head. "No. She's never mentioned anyone close to her other than her parents and Maddie."

"Well, the private detective found her. Zoey meet up with her cousin at least once a week and, up until two months ago, they had been going out to clubs every time you went out of town. Apparently, about a month or so ago, the PI's mother passed away suddenly, and he had to fly home to take care of her estate. He called me yesterday morning and said with everything going on he'd forgotten to tell me about this cousin. Said she was a player and screwed anything with a working dick. I found her at her favorite hangout last night and, once I got her talking, dude, she didn't shut up. Zoey used you like a pawn in some twisted game to mess with Maddie. Her cousin said that the moment Zoey met, Maddie she became crazy obsessed with her and wanted to have her life. I mean, Cale, Zoey wants everything Maddie has. She even told her cousin that after she has the baby, she's going after Andre, Maddie's boyfriend."

I couldn't breathe. It felt like I was in a tiny room with walls closing in on me.

"I need a second...I can't...I can't breathe."

"Sure. Shit, I'm sorry, Cale. I just unloaded all this shit on you about your wife."

I sat down on a bench. "I'll call you right back." I hung up on Jack and thought back to the day I met Zoey. All if it began making sense. The little comments she would make here and there. The way she forced Maddie to come to the table that day, then dropped the bomb that she was pregnant, even though she wasn't even pregnant at the time.

I dropped my head in my hands and groaned. I'd played right into her twisted game. She'd used me, and I'd let her. I'd let her destroy my life and Maddie's.

I looked down at my phone. After a moment's pause, I pulled up Maddie's number and hit dial. When a recorded message came up saying that I'd dialed a non-working number, I jumped to my feet. She changed her number. Fuck!

I called Jack. "Hey dude, are you okay?"

"No. Do you know if Maddie is still seeing Andre?" I asked. I knew Jack and Monica had been hooking up recently, and she told him everything.

Silence.

"Jack, please I have to know."

"What good does it do, Cale? Why beat yourself up about it?"

"Jack! Just tell me."

He let out a breath and said, "Yes. She's seeing him still. They're...um...well-"

"Jesus, just spit it the hell out."

"They're together in Florence right now. Maddie told Monica she had to get out of town for a bit after Zoey told her about the wedding."

"What? She's in Italy with this guy? How serious are they?"

Jack let out a sigh. "I don't know dude. I mean, she went to Italy to meet his family."

I swallowed hard. "They've only been dating a few months."

"Cale, you married Zoey. What was Maddie supposed to do?"

It felt like my whole world had stopped.

I lost her.

I've lost her forever.

ANDRE AND I strolled the streets of Florence in a peaceful silence. That was one of the things I loved about him. He could leave me alone in my thoughts and not ask me things like What's wrong? What are you thinking about? Are you okay? Every five seconds.

As we walked into the Piazza della Repubblica, Andre held my hand and hummed an Italian song. I smiled when I saw all the children running in an attempt to pop the giant bubbles that a street performer was making. We walked up to an older gentleman who was sketching a portrait on the ground. He had an old, worn-out, black and white picture that he was working from, but the portrait he drew was full of color. I sucked in a breath as my eyes took in the girl's beautiful, young face.

"Who is she?" I asked.

Andre asked the older gentleman, who was sitting, drawing the young girl's lips using a ruby red chalk. The man looked up at Andre and me, sadness in his eyes. His rapid response in Italian caught me off-guard. His words were pure passion. Andre nodded.

"What did he say?" I asked, almost holding my breath in anticipation. I wasn't sure why my heart felt so heavy. It was as if I felt the same thing as this elderly artist felt.

Andre smiled weakly. "He said she is the love of his life. He left for the war and, when he returned, she was nowhere to be found. He's been drawing her picture all over Florence, hoping she will return to him."

I sucked in a breath.

Cale.

I wanted to fall to my knees, take the man's hands in mine and tell him I knew how his heart felt. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked away from him.

"So sad," I whispered as Andre placed his hand on the small of back and led me on, silent again.

Church bells began ringing and my heart soared as I saw a young couple snuggle up in a horse-drawn carriage pulling away from the church. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown, he in a black tux. The love pouring off of each other was almost tangible.

The aroma of the food from the surrounding restaurants filled my senses and, for some reason, I was longing for home.

"Ciao, Bella,"

I pulled my eyes from the young couple to see Andre's mother standing in front of us. She placed her hands on the sides of my face and pulled me in for a kiss on my right cheek, then my left.

"Ciao," I said as I smiled at her.

She looked at Andre. "Are we ready to head to the vigneto, Andre?"

Andre pulled me close to him and nodded his head. "Yes, Mamma."

Andre's grandparents owned a vineyard in the hills of Tuscany, and his mother couldn't wait to get there. Andre had insisted we stay in Florence for one night before heading out to the country. Andre's mother had been upset that we'd stayed in Florence, in a hotel room together, alone. She had moved to America as a young girl, but still held onto the old-fashioned ways of her Italian family.

A few hours later, we were making our way down a long driveway. Either side of the driveway was flanked by nothing but vineyards. The driver parked in the front of a massive, beautiful home. I was walking up granite stairs to a house that would turn my mother green with envy. The front doors were large and wooden. They looked like you would need five men to push them open.

"Oh my," I whispered.

Andre chuckled. "It's just a house, Maddison."

I turned and looked at him. Andre had more money than he had sense. He showered me with gifts, which made my mother fall in love with him immediately. Of course, my father didn't trust him, and I struggled with my feelings as well. I wasn't a girl who needed to be bought, and it bothered me that Andre thought I was.

The wooden doors opened just as we reached the top step. Andre's mother pushed past us, practically running into the house. As I stepped into the foyer, the sounds of my heels walking on the marble floors echoed across the large entryway. A grand staircase stood in front of me and I gasped at the size of the place.

"Andre, as much as I disagree with your...ways, I've arranged for you and Maddison to stay in the west wing. Your grandparents won't be back from Paris until tomorrow. I have you set up in two adjoining rooms, but, as far as they are concerned, you are behaving like a gentleman." She turned and shot me a distrusting look. "And a lady."

Andre threw his head back in laughter as my eyes widened in disbelief. "Yes, Mamma. When they return, I promise to keep my hands to myself. Come, Bella. Let's play before we are thrown back to the old days when men respected a woman's virtue."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me along the long, massive hallway. When he pushed open the doors to one of the bedrooms, I gasped yet again. The massive headboard was leather, and the room dwarfed the giant, king-size bed. There was also a desk, two dressers, a wardrobe and a lounge chair.

The doors shut and Andre took me in his arms and spun me around.

"Fucking hell, your scent has been driving me mad all day."

He began to undress as I stood there and smiled. I truly enjoyed being with Andre. He took care of my needs and gave me anything I asked for. He was an okay lover, always putting me first-but he lacked something I couldn't put my finger on.

"We're taking a bath, Bella," he whispered as he reached behind me and unzipped my dress. The fabric pooled at my feet and I stood before him dressed only in a cream-colored lace bra and matching panties.

I felt the tightness in my core as his eyes raked over my body. "You're perfect. Your curves could drive a man insane."

I smiled and looked away, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. The last time I'd seen Zoey, she'd made sure to tell me I was at least ten pounds overweight.

Andre took my hand and led me into the massive bathroom. The shower was in the middle of the bathroom and wide open. To the right was a smaller room that held the toilet and bidet. To my left was a giant spa-style tub. I moaned ever so slightly as I thought about soaking in a hot bath.

Andre dropped my hand and walked over to the tub, turned it on, and adjusted the water temperature. I stayed silent. I wasn't sure how I felt about doing this with Andre's mother in the house. She could walk in any time she wanted to.

"Andre, your mother?"

He smiled. "Is a pain in my ass. She won't be bothering us, Bella. I promise."

He approached me and placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. He unhooked my bra, letting it fall. As he reached around me, he cupped both of my breasts and moaned as I arched my head back and rested it on his chest. He ran his hands all over my body before he moved them down to my panties. He slid my panties off as he placed soft kisses along my body. There was no doubt that Andre knew how to turn me on.

"Turn around, Bella."

I turned as he crouched down and pushed his face into my folds as he threw my leg over his shoulder. I closed my eyes and leaned against the tub, trying to enjoy the feel of Andre's tongue as it dipped into me. I opened my eyes and watched him.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I have the urge to tell him to stop?

Andre pulled away and stood up. He helped me into the tub and sat across from me, positioning my legs to where I was spread wide open to him.

"Your pussy is my one of my favorite things to look at on your body. I want to bury myself so deep inside you that you forget everything but us."

I smiled as I felt the heat between my legs. Finally. Time to forget.

"Maddison, no one can hear you in here. I'm going to make you come so fucking hard, you'll be screaming for me."

I licked my lips. I needed this. Images of Cale had been running through my mind since we saw the old man drawing in the square. I needed to erase him from my thoughts, and the only way to do that was with Andre.

"I'm ready," I whispered.

Andre grabbed the removable showerhead and turned it on. The moment the water hit my clit, I dropped my head back and touched my breasts.

"Does this feel good, Maddison?"

"Yes," I said, barely able to whisper.

The warm water hitting my sensitive nub was pushing me to the edge. "Fucking hell, you look good," Andre said.

"Andre," I whimpered as my build up began.