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
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 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.
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 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
I stretch my arms over my head, wiggling my toes as a yawn escapes my lips. My body is sore ànd everything ache in the most delicious way. Then it clicks in my head, a realisation that has me sitting up in bed with a jerk. This isn't mine ànd Javier's room and definitely the man with me last night wasn't my husband. Well, ex-husband because he served me divorce papers on our third wedding anniversary. My eyes scan the room ànd nothing seems familiar about it, not until a hauntingly familiar voice jerks in my brain. " I thought you'd want to sleep in some more considering what happened last night." My heart race and my breathing quicken. I will myself not to look at the direction of the voice . But, against my better judgement, I do and holy crap! I am immediately mesmerised by the sight before me. Lorenzo stands at the entrance of the bathroom clad in nothing but a towel loosely tied around his waist. My eyes land on his lips and goddess! I can't forget how those sinful lip
I step out of my car and out on my mask. I have a cap covering my hair and dark shades on before I make my way to the hospital entrance.It's been three days since the news of my divorce and my father's losing his company made the headlines.The media has been camping outside the hospital and I don't need anyone to brief me on who they plan to attack with questions.It's been three exhausting days of trying to run around asking my father's friends for help to pay his surgery fee.Guess what, they decided to kick us when we were already drowning. I am not stupid enough not to realise that Javier has a hand in this. Especially not after he took over the company, fired the loyal workers and terminated a few contracts with my father's supporters.The company has been in uproar while I have to sit and watch as he messes up my father's lifetime hard work.Sneaking into the hospital, I push the door to my father's room. My eyes widen and horror grips me when I spot a familiar silhouette hove
Lorenzo povI watch as her eyes widen in shock before something clouds those beautiful brown orbs. Is that shame I saw? Definitely. " You should leave too. " She says standing on her feet. Her innocent eyes look anywhere but my face. I can see she is broken, shattered even. But who wouldn't after what that scum of an ex- husband subject her to. I am usually not a compassionate person. I don't like my women weak and fragile but something about this woman stirs something deep within me. She has always had that ability since the first time I laid my eyes on her six years ago. Something about her pulls me to her, like how a moth is attracted to light. I want to pull her in my arms and comfort her. Casting one last glance at her, I walk out and head towards the reception. I make to pass when I hear the nurses gossip about Megan. " I heard she slept with an escort. That's why her husband dumped her. "" With a good man like Mr Massimo, why would she need to bed a gigolo? It's disgu
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