Rocco's POV
Father is about to go home when I enter his office without knocking. His secretary had already told me they were going out but I really can not let this wait till some other time.I also have a lot to do back in the office which is why I decided to come here straight instead of going back to the office from my out-of-office meeting.He steps back to allow me in, his gaze firmly fixed on mine.Realizing that I haven't greeted him, I say slowly. "Good morning, Father.""Why are you here?" He demands instead of replying to my greeting and offering me a seat.I take a seat without his permission and without answering his question.A lot of questions keep popping up in my head that I haven't found answers to. Apart from the fact that I want to do this for Valentina's sake, I am doing this because of the curiosity consuming my whole existence.I want to know why. I want to know what is wrong."I asked why youValentina's POVThe sound of screeching tires snaps me out of my reverie and I stop chewing on the doughnut in my hand.I slept this evening after eating an early dinner and I woke up around 10 pm feeling hungry again and also to see that Rocco is not back home.He usually comes back late but not back after 10 pm is extremely late. He was deeply concerned about me last night so it won't be bad to be concerned about him today too.I called him before coming downstairs but he didn't pick up.I sit up from the sofa in the living room after dropping the doughnut back on the plate on the center table. I approach the front door to see if it is him. Before I get there, the front door opens and he walks casually in with his briefcase and his blazers hanging on his shoulder.He doesn't notice my presence until I cough slightly. He stares up at me and smiles."Why are you smiling?" I throw him a cold glare with my arms folded across my bosom.He shakes his head and walks past me. "Nothing.""W
Rocco's POVValentina has been ignoring me for over a week now, ever since I told her I wasn't in support of her telling my mother that she was pregnant without my permission.Mother has been over the moon because of the news. Everyone now knows that Valentina is pregnant.Whenever I have the intention of resolving this conflict between us, I always find her curled up in bed, leaving the couch for me to sleep on.I got the maids to take another bed into the room where I sleep now. I no longer sleep on the couch but I wish I can sleep beside her on the bed.Guilt is one of the emotions I feel more ever since she came into my life. I have no idea how she manages to let me feel this way.I feel bad for what I said to her which caused her to become mad at me and I really want to apologize to her.She is just trying to help.Casually, I stroll out of her room and close the door behind me when someone bumps into me.It is Valent
Valentina's POVThere stands Christine Moore.My favorite guitarist.My jaws drop open fully and I turn to meet Rocco's gaze. He is smiling proudly and I find myself running into his arms.We are out of the car already. I couldn't believe my eyes so I had to come down quickly to be sure I am not seeing something wrong.Christine stands there gracefully, looking extremely handsome in a black cotton jacket on a white purple shirt. He is also wearing a pair of blue purple trousers with a brown leather belt.He is wearing matching black sneakers too. He has short wavy black hair that fits his entire outfit as he slides the guitar across his body.I realize I am still in Rocco's arms and I quickly disengage from the hug, a chuckle leaving my mouth.I have no idea how Rocco got to know about Christine and how much I love his songs but I appreciate whatever effort he has made to bring Christine here.I have always seen him on TV.
Rocco's POV She is one hell of a woman. I thought she would become jealous of my question and throw a tantrum but she isn't doing any of that and I don't feel satisfied. I really don't know why I feel this way. The other day, I was so excited about the thought of having sex but here I am asking for permission from her and after getting the permission, the excitement is nonexistent. What is wrong with me? I watch as her eyes bulge open in surprise. I am as surprised as she is. I didn't mean to ask her that question but there is something at the back of my mind that I can't bring to the forefront. Something forbidden. Uncalled for. Something that shouldn't be heard of me. "What?!" She exclaims again for the umpteenth time. I shrug in genuine puzzlement. I really do not know why I said that too. Suddenly, I let out a chuckle and watch her roll her eyes at me, then sigh. "You are kidding, right?" I shrug again, this time in sheer ignorance of what I am exactly doing. She let ou
Valentina's POVThis must be one of his girlfriends and probably one of the girls he would ask to become his sex partner.She looks like a model with her long legs and curvy shape. I am curvy too and I have long legs as well but her outfit beats mine, reminding me of how I haven't been taking advantage of being a billionaire's wife.Her jewelry is from one of the top stores in New York and her handbag is a designer's handbag.I totally forgot all about Fred until he clears his throat to get my attention. I was shocked to see him, but not as shocked as seeing him with a different girl yet again.I keep expecting to see him with Brenda now and then. I keep wishing desperately for the assurance that those two are making my breakup worthwhile by being together but from the look of things, they aren't.It's either Brenda has already dumped his silly ass or he never loved her the way he loved me.Frankly, I felt that emotion again. That p
Rocco's POV Her hands circle around my waist as she restricts me from punching the idiot once again. I have no explanation for my anger and resentment towards him but I guess the sight of Celina is adding all to this. Tingles rush down my spine at her touch, calming my nerves and making me stare at her pretty hands, wishing for them to stay this way. "Fred, stop this!" Celina's voice jerks me out of my reverie. Fred is rushing towards me and she manages to push him away. "What is wrong with you?!" She shouts at him as he falls on his buttocks. I wonder what kind of relationship they have but I guess I have no business with that. I drop my hands and take a hold of Valentina's two hands. Twirling around, I face her face. She looks frightened and I have never seen her this way before. Even the night she got attacked, she didn't have this expression on her face. Impulsively, I pull her into a hug. This hug is meant to comfort her, to reduce the fear but I am also deriving comfort f
Valentina's POVRocco's ex-girlfriend is the third girl I saw alongside Fred and Brenda the other day I had a nightmare.I had the same nightmare today and I was able to recognize her better than that day when I found her familiar.That isn't what is baffling me but the fact that she is there with Fred and Brenda and why I keep dreaming about them.Who is she to Fred? Does she know Brenda too?Summoning up enough courage to get up from the bed, I do so, reminding myself of what happened last night at the restaurant.Everything almost ended badly because Fred and that woman showed up, getting Rocco all reeled up. I still don't know what to make of his anger towards Fred and why that woman was with him.I don't understand what is going on really and why Rocco is not making an effort to clear the confusion.Does he expect me to force him to answer me? Why did he ignore my question when I asked him who she was last night? Is
Rocco's POVJohn continues to horn continuously until I become frustrated and tell him to stop. I open the car door to get out, looking around with arms akimbo.Aren't they home?I take long strides to the gate. It isn't looking like it is locked from behind.As I push it to know if my assumptions are right, the small gate opens and I turn to John who shakes his head.Apparently, they no longer have guards around the house and even a gateman. They should have at least locked the gate from behind.I signal to him to wait for me outside as I open the gate and enter. Everywhere is messy. The flowers are withering gradually, probably because the gardener has been sacked too. The courtyard is in a pitiful state and I wonder if this is part of Valentina's concern for her parents.I ignore the rest of the surroundings as I make my way to the front door with my hands in my pocket.This is the third time I will be here. The first time,