—Stop joking, Carlo! —Ian scolded him, annoyed.

—No, I'm not joking! I'm completely convinced that what you feel for her you've never felt for any woman before.

Indeed, he was right. Ian had never felt half the sexual attraction for another woman that he felt for Lia, but that was it... That was it, wasn't it?

—That may be, but that doesn't mean that I fell in love with her, far from it. My name is not Carlo Di Sávallo, who married the first little princess who made eyes at him! —he protested.

His brother couldn't help but laugh at such a childish jab, which only served to confirm his suspicions.

—True, true. —He admitted—. Your name is Ian Di Sávallo, but you're still going to end up tangled up with those little eyes.

Ian made a gesture of deep exasperation with his shoulders and went inside to pour himself another brandy. Carlo was wrong, he had to be wrong, but he didn't want t