That night, I woke with a jolt, pulled from restless dreams. The bed beside me was cold and empty. Once, Rocco would hold me through the night, swearing he couldn’t sleep without me in his arms.
I found him on the balcony, his back turned, whispering into his phone. His voice carried softly in the stillness.
Coming from the future world, my body’s functions, including hearing, were superior to those of this era.
Avery’s voice rang through the quiet night, sultry and teasing.
“Brother Rocco, I absolutely love the color of the new bag! It’s even prettier than the five you gave me last month.”
“That pastel blue,” she added coyly, “matches the lingerie you tore apart yesterday.”
Rocco’s reply was sharp, his patience clearly thinning.
“Enough. If every night with me earns you tens of thousands in bags, you’re making a killing.”
Avery, both aggrieved and alluring, pouted.
“Brother Rocco, it’s not about the money. I just adore how handsome you are and your… skills.”
“I miss you,” she whispered sweetly. “Can we video call?”
Rocco’s tone turned cold, cutting through her suggestion like a blade.
“No. Valerie is sleeping. If you dare disturb her, I’ll throw you out of the team.”
Avery refused to back down, her voice turning sweeter, dripping with coquettish allure.
“I got new lingerie tonight, white lace. I’ll tear it just for you. Don’t you love that?”
Rocco’s silence hung heavy, the tension palpable. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough with barely contained desire.
“I’ll head to the bathroom.”
“Okay. Oh, Brother Rocco, I saw another bag today…”
“Got it. You’re relentless.”
I slipped back to the bed, my heart pounding. Moments later, the faint click of the bathroom door echoed, followed by muffled gasps filtering through the silence.
Before I came to this era, my organization had funded my research, ensuring steady payments to support my work. Most of that money had gone straight into Rocco’s team.
Rocco had always prided himself on his independence, unwilling to lean on anyone, especially a woman. I hid the truth that I was his employer, communicating with him through a secondary account and signing contracts in secret.
I supported his work without question, sparing him the need to beg for funding. The data I requested was simple, leaving him plenty of space to focus on his personal projects, even if they didn't bring in a profit.