The Italian Girl
“Why not?’ Donatella drained her coffee cup and began to put on her underwear.‘Because I like my freedom, I like my independence.’‘You mean, you like to have a place to screw other women behind my back,’ she retorted, reaching for her dress.Roberto turned around. ‘Don’t be silly, Donatella.’‘Then why can I not give up my apartment and move in with you here? I hate having some of my clothes here, some there. It’s most inconvenient,’ she whined.‘No. Not yet.’‘When then?’‘I don’t know.’‘Still pinin...g after that little wife of yours?’ Donatella said bitchily.‘No!’‘Then why not divorce her?’‘We’ve only been apart a year. It’s too soon. I’ve told you, Donatella, I have a child to consider.’‘But caro, if you did, then you could marry me.’‘She may not give me a divorce, especially if she knew you had moved in here.’ Roberto omitted the fact that marrying Donatella had never seriously crossed his mind.She reached for her handbag, walked over to him and put her arms around his waist as he stared morosely over the New York skyline.‘Why are you so unhappy, Roberto?MoreLess
Read book The Italian Girl for free
Write Review:
User Reviews: