Hugo's words linger in my mind as I make my way to the hospital. Today, I am here to visit my father-in-law. That name sounds so strange even in my mind but it is what it is.I never had the chance to visit Mr Clark since he woke up. With the company to manage and my crew to lead, I often find myself heading straight home, exhausted. Coupled with going home to a beautiful and sexy hot wife, I can't trade that for anything in the world. Knocking on the door to announce my arrival, I push the door open. Mr Clark sits on his table with his attending nurse feeding him what I presume to be Porridge. For someone who is still recovering, that seems to be the dish doctors recommend. The man's eye pierce me and I don't need anyone to tell me that he doesn't like me that much. I mean, not many people do. I am still surprised he can keep his composure around me. Many people scramble to hide after seeing me. Unwillingly, I offer him a gentle smile. I doubt it comes out gentle though from
Megan povTonight is the day I plan on telling Lorenzo about the conversation I had with Harriet. I have been struggling to formulate ways to deal with this shit but I can't seem to come up with anything tangible. It doesn't help that Javier has been calling and leaving me countless messages about getting back with him and even threatening to harm my father. I just want them to leave me alone. But no, those two are like glue, sticking on me and not letting me go. I'm not surprised that Lorenzo noticed something is wrong with me. Often, I find myself zoning even when we fuck. Last night, he didn't touch me, giving the excuse of being tired which I suspect is just a lie. Applying my fiery red lipstick, I cast one last glance at myself in the mirror. I nod my head in satisfaction. My best friend, Katalina, advised me to wear red tonight. According to her, men like to see something tempting and my choice of tonight offers nothing but temptation. I am wearing a two piece lacy set
Lorenzo I don't know what fucking came over me. This was supposed to be a passionate night. Why did I have to bring that bastard amidst our special moment? Megan's body tensing beneath me told me that I might have messed things up. The throes of passion we were drowning in were interrupted by her pushing me away from her. The desire in her eyes replaced by a glare. " Do you have something you want to know? " She asks, a duvet now covering her once naked body. I clench my fists as my manhood remains stiff. I was still lost in the lust I felt for her but the way she was looking at me was causing my emotions to stir. I look away from her. A feeling of regret building in me. " What are you hiding from me?" I ask. I know I should have chosen a better moment to bring the matter up. Worse is, Megan hinted not wanting to talk about it when I asked days ago. As much as its my right to know what's bothering her as my wife, I should be mindful of how I seek the information. "
MeganI still can't get over how I messed things up last night. I don't know what came over me to say such hurtful words. Lorenzo has been nothing but good to me and my father. I also know that it was out of good intentions he asked me about my difficulties. Yet, like the fool I am, I blew things up. The little development we made in our relationship, I could feel that my accusations effortlessly shattered them. He walked out of me, leaving me sexually frustrated and mad at myself. He didn't call throughout the night after he left. He must be mad at me.. I mean, who wouldn't? If I was in his shoes, I would be fuming mad. Waking up to news about an explosion at the decks of his shipping company hasn't been of any help. I can't help but worry about him but for now, I have to push that aside and try to relax. I can't see my father looking all worried. That will make him worried too. There's the issue of Lorenzo breaking the news about our marriage to him too. I don't know how
MeganAs I make my way to Lorenzo's company, my father's words still keep ringing in my ears.What did he mean by making the same mistake my mother did?From the tales about my mother which I hear from my father is that she died after giving birth to me.My father then took care of me. I also know that my father disappeared from his family after my mother passed away.I have never seen any relatives visit us from either side. Growing up, I never inquired much about them because my father made sure I had all the love I needed.When I àsked for a playmate, my father adopted Sophia. He raised the two of us as sisters. I treated Sophia as a sister. Well, that's until she betrayed our family ànd teamed with Javier.Now, I think there's more about my mother I don't know about. My father from the look of things has zero intention of telling me shit about her.Stepping out of the cab, I pay my fee and proceed to walk inside the huge building which serves as the headquarters of Lorenzo's shipp
Lorenzo The sight of Megan sprawled on the sofa with her dress riding up exposing her creamy thighs is what greets my eyes when I enter the office. My throat tightens and a certain part of my body becomes excited. Damn! Did she do this on purpose? I turn around and glare at Hugo who is following behind me blindly. " Get your ass busy with the task I gave you." I glower at him. He raises an eyebrow but says nothing, he knows better than to question me. I have to get him out of here so that he doesn't witness me acting like a fool over a woman. I close the door and take measured steps towards where she is lying, She is so deep in slumber that she doesn't even notice my presence. The only sign that she is alive is the steady rise and fall of her chest. I sit at the edge of the sofa, careful not to wake her. My eyes scan her beautiful face and down to her lustful body. Hugo is right. Being with Megan, a woman who isn't from our circle is putting my people and my family I
When I told Megan I was going for a business trip, I didn't expect the excuse to become a reality. Now, I have to fly all the way to Moscow to meet the Pakhan of the Bratva ( Pakhan is the leader of a mafia group and Bratva is the name given to Russian mafia) But first, I have to meet grandfather for family related issues. I have this gnawing feeling that someone is working against us from within the famiglia. If we don't capture this person and set SB example to the others, we will be doing zero work even making peace with the Bratva. I park my bullet proof SUV and jump down before heading straight to grandfather's office. “ Make arrangement. The private plane should be ready in the next one hour. “ I instruct Gino before walking away. Gino will be travelling with me to Moscow. Hugo has to be left behind to handle the matters of the company and keep the boys in order. I push the door to my grandfather's office. He is seated in his usual chair, smoking. “ You should really ta
MeganIt's been a week and Lorenzo hasn't called or even left me a message after that day at his office. I have a feeling he is avoiding me or did he really go on a business trip? I haven't heard a word from or about him. Things were really going well between us. Well, that's until I opened my mouth and spewed nonsense. Even with his absence, he makes sure that everything is handled from someone to drive me around to take care of my father. The more he is nice to me, the more guilt I feel. Our marriage was just a deal but I seem to be getting too much out of this deal than Lorenzo is. “ You seem troubled.” My father comments, jolting me from my thoughts. “ Is this about that Massimo guy?” He adds and I shake my head. “ What makes you think I'd be troubled by him?” I ask back, unwilling to admit it. I know that papa will not like it one bit if he finds out that I am getting distracted thinking about Lorenzo while still around him. “ I told you Megan, stay away from that man.
Lorenzo Amelia seemed taken aback by my outburst. “Lorenzo…” she calls, sending me a look of unease. “What do you think you are doing?" I repeat my earlier question, sending a glare her way. “I thought I would…I mean we would…” “We would do what, Amelia? you thought we would sleep together just because you offered me your body. Do you think I am that type of a man?” Her earlier actions when I dropped her at the hotel and now, she was parading her naked body on my bed? I don't know what gave her the impression that I would be interested in her if she threw herself at me. Six years of knowing each other and I never attempted to think of her as more than a friend. Seeing her actions today to say that I was disappointed would be an understatement. There's a type of woman I loathe most and I thought Amelia was not one of them but her actions were proving me wrong. “Lorenzo, I want you. What's so bad about a woman wanting a man?” Amelia inquires,her eyes holding my gaze. “Ther
Lorenzo After leaving the club, I dismiss my driver. My head is so full of undigested information that Hugo and Red fed me. The dry gentle breeze seems like a good way for me to clear up my thoughts. I clutch at the small paper which contains Megan's resident address that Hugo slipped in my hands earlier. When I brought up the matter of meeting with Megan earlier, Red did not like the idea. “My sister is finally moving on with her life, must you come back and ruin everything?” Those were her words. The words that stabbed me like a poisonous dagger straight to my heart. Everyone else seemed too concerned about Megan; they didn't seem to realize that just like her, I was in a lot of pain. There isn't a single night I don't regret making the wrong choice back then. Everyday I pray that I might be given a chance to apologize to her. I know that a simple apology cannot change anything, especially not what I did to her,but that has never stopped me from hoping. It's like l
Lorenzo I still find it hard to believe that Megan is still alive. My woman is alive after five years of coming to terms with the fact that I would never see her again. When I laid my eyes on her, the first reaction I had was shock and disbelief. I had to fight with everything in me not to pull her in my arms and kiss her senseless. Then when she acted like she didn't recognize me, I felt like someone just stabbed me with a sharp poisoned dagger. She ignored me. She fucking ignored me like I was a nobody to her. Maybe I am a nobody now. She has Richard who seems to adore her and that guy Angelo. Why did he call her baby sister? Is there something I need to know about my woman? I have been absent minded throughout the whole time I stayed at the event. Amelia has been bugging me, asking me about my change of behavior since we met that strange woman as she calls her. I haven't said a word about it and I don't plan to do so. I feel like my life has just turned into a soap opera.
Megan I'm still coming to terms with the fact that Marco invited me to his family dinner and I agreed. Left to me, I wouldn't have agreed but I still remember what my mother told me the last time we met. She requested me to hear him out and that's why I said yes to his invitation. I am lost in my thoughts when someone taps me in the back. I turn around and see Richard's smiling face. I give him a smile of my own. “Why are you here drinking all by yourself?" he asks, looking at the glass of champagne in my hands. “I just wanted some alone time," I reply. I am not someone who enjoys socializing and attending events. I'd rather work behind the scenes and make the event successful than participate in one. But I couldn't say no to Richard's invitation. “Come, I'll introduce you to someone. He's a good friend of mine and a possible client.”Richard offers me but I shake my head. “I think I have met enough clients so far. If I add more, I am afraid I will have to disappoint other
Lorenzo After making all the necessary arrangements at the office for the two days I'll be away,I make my way to the elevator when my phone starts ringing. Removing the phone from my pants pocket, Amelia's name flashes on the screen. I frown in confusion. I did tell her that I will be away from the city for two days. I also informed her about the dinner we would be going to when I come back so why is she calling again. Swiping my finger across the screen, Amelia's distressed voice rings in my ears. I can hear a male voice shouting in the background and the sound of something crashing on the floor. My heart races with worry as I press the button to the ground floor. The ride which usually seems too short suddenly becomes long. When the elevator opens at the ground floor, I dash and make my way to the already waiting car. “Rico, drive me to Amelia's house.” I order my driver. Rico must have seen the anxiousness on my face. He starts the car immediately. I settle down and t
MeganI pull my car outside the Chase family house. I can see that the guests have started arriving from the number of extravagant cars parked in the driveway. This is the first time the Chase family is holding a banquet at their house. I am used to planning their events at big hotels and restaurants. Richard mentioned that tonight's party will be attended by not only the elites in Vegas,but also from surrounding cities. It's a big business party where investors and clients will be making their appearances and interacting. Richard also said that it is good for my business. He believes that after this party, I might be going home with clients from outside Vegas and honestly I am excited. I step outside my car and make my way to the backyard where the party will be held. I have been here in the past two days decorating the venue and making other necessary arrangements. My clients trust me because I always make sure to do their work to satisfaction. I'd rather concentrate on quality
Megan I look at the woman staring back at me in the reflection of the mirror as I apply my lipstick.I smile to myself loving the look I pulled off for today. I will be attending the Chase family party as the event planner and also Richard's date. I chose to go with a semi-formal look for the party.I am wearing a long blue satin dress. It has a simple neckline and long sleeves, covering enough to feel comfortable but still looks elegant. The waist is fitted, and the skirt flows down to the floor in a soft A-line shape. A small silver design at the waist adds a nice touch, and the dress has a slight train at the back. It feels classy and just right for the occasion.I would have preferred my pants and a satin blouse over these fancy dresses but I can't embarrass Richard after he invited me to his family party.I have been responsible for almost every event that happens in The Chase family. When I opened my company, the Chase family was my first ever big client which I landed without
Lorenzo Shutting the door to my car, I make my way to the deserted cemetery with a bouquet of lilies in hand. Every time,I walk up these stairs with a heavy heart. It has been five long years since the day I accepted that the love of my life was gone and gone forever. Today is the day we laid her to rest. Every year on this particular day, I come here today to spend time with Megan, remembering the good old days.It's a day I specially dedicated to her alone. Everyone knows that I don't work, not even an emergency stops me from spending time with her.It makes me feel like I am close to her.Standing at the foot of her polished grave,I place my flowers on the gravel then proceed to sit next to them.“How have you been my love?” I ask, cleaning the dry leaves perched on the gravel.Some might think that I am crazy but it helps me when I chat with her. It feels like I am sitting with her sharing a conversation with her while she only listens. Amelia said that it helps and it has been
Lorenzo They say that time flies fast but the past six months feels like six decades. Six months and I have done nothing but grief the disappearance of Megan. That day after my confrontation with Javier and Red declaring that I didn't deserve Megan, I ended up drinking myself into a stupor. Of course,Gino and Hugo carried me home. The following morning, I headed to my father's house and confronted him about Javier's accusation. The old man denied having anything to do with her kidnapping and the fire that day. After that I went to speak with Mr Clark. The disappointed look and hatred burning in his eyes have been a constant nightmare for the past six months. Just like everyone else did, he accused me of being the reason his daughter was no more. I've lived with guilt for the past six months and done everything to relieve that guilt. Nothing seems to work though, and I am still stuck in the past. A past I wish that I have the power to change but wishes are not horses. I can only li