Wesley's POV
"Put your feet on the table," Giovanni instructed Molly, adding to my confusion as he opened the wine bottle.
My heart raced with each of his actions, and I wanted to grab the wine bottle from him and return it to its rightful place.
I had bought it the day Molly signed off on everything, but I didn't think she was deserving of it. Now, it felt like some kind of trophy, but when I heard Giovanni's intentions for it, I felt like I was dying inside.
"I just remembered that I have to clean their smelly mouths from your precious feet," he remarked, causing my jaw to clench, feeling powerless in front of him.
Molly seemed taken aback by his actions as he knelt before her, treating her like a princess, disregarding his white suit as he gently removed her stilett
