The next day, after talking business with his father all morning and even going to the cellar to oversee things, Leo was tired and in dire need of a change. He needed a change of environment away from white papers and black inks.
As he walked down the corridor on the ground floor of the palazzo, he pulled free his tie from his neck and stuffed it in his pockets. Unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt, he sighed as fresh air hit him.
The house was strangely quiet he could hear his own shoes as he walked on the tiles. He presumed most of his family members had gone out, and that was why the house was the way it is. He wondered what Paige was doing. If she had gone out with his family or if she was couped up somewhere alone. He had left early this morning he had not had the chance to see her.
Last night he returned to his makeshift
Leo stared at the girl and wondered how he should ask the question. It would be tactless to ask her why she had been hugging Albertobecause then it would reveal he had been watching them for long before he came down. With a gloomy face, Leo asked, "So what did you and Alberto do today?" She stared up at him. "Hmm?" "The tour? What sights did Alberto show you?" After saying that, an unexplainable joy entered her eyes, and she spun around with eyes full of excitement. Facing Leo, her back to their path. "You don't know?" Leo stared at her and she grinned. "Alberto took me on a tour around the estate. Oh, it was wonderful, I was fully able to see the structure of the palazzo, the pool too." She snapped her fingers together. "I went down to the cellar. I didn't know you guys had the winery nearby," she said giddy with excitement "And the skill with which Alberto drove the car, the speed, and the cold wind on my skin wer
The walk back home was a silent one, which comprised Paige stealing glances at Leo who didn't pay her any attention and was looking forward with great determination. The muscle in his jaw throbbing as though he was clenching it hard. His handsome face appearing sharp yet withdrawn. Finally, after a few more looks that didn't bear any fruits, Paige sighed and allowed herself to trail behind him, thinking about the kiss that had just happened and the way Leo had held her tenderly. His actions confused and thrilled her. Leaving her bewildered most times. Leo had kissed her and said it was because someone was watching, but she could bet her life savings no one was. With a tender hand, Paige touched her lips, a smile following that action as she stared at Leo's form. Lost in her thought, Paige stared at Leo's long legs encased in black pants, tapered waist, broad shoulders which filled out a suit of the same color, and sucked in a breath when she met his bro
Paige was startled by that question, and her face revealed the surprise. She hadn't been expecting something like this. Flavia sighed. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me. I already know you love him why else will you be crying like that if you don't." She waved her hand in the air. And Paige wanted to tell her everything. This one-sided love was killing her. She wanted to bear her heart open to someone else other than Naomi. So she bit her lips and murmured, "Yes, although I don't think he loves me as I love him." She wasn't exactly lying, only that she wasn't entirely being truthful. As she watched, a frown appeared on Flavia's face. "Goodness me, did he say that? Or is it the way he acted in that made you think like that?" "I…I can't really say," Paige murmured. From across her, the older woman stared at her with patient eyes, then smiled, and leaned forward. "Then have you let him know how you feel, chanc
Perhaps because he didn't care now if anyone discovered he had a soft spot for the girl or that his emotions were tangled when it comes to her. When he got to their room, Paige was nowhere to be found. With one or two questions put in the right places, he found out she was with his mum and went to collect her only to see her crying. The scene left a mark on his heart and he was ushered into this state of helplessness where he didn't know if he should step in and console her, or disappear before she sees him for fear she would be embarrassed if he saw her crying. So he had carried himself back to their room and tried to figure out why she was crying, but for the life of him he couldn't come up with anything. In the end, he feared it had something to do with him. Maybe he had offended her in a way and she couldn't talk to him because he was her boss or maybe because the charade was getting to her, and his sister and family members are givi
Her eyes widened inexplicably, and then gradually came down to their normal size. She bit her lips and Leo waited patiently. Her hand fell from his cheek. "I…My ex-boyfriend, anytime he invited me to a function like this, it was just another way for him to make me feel small. At the time, I was so madly in love with him, I didn't care. I thought it would get better with time. He always used to say I didn't belong in that kind of function that's why he brought me around to learn one or two things about class." When she finished speaking, Leo's face contorted. He wanted to find that ex-boyfriend of hers who had done serious damage to her like this and extend the same generosity. He grabbed her hand and with the other hand lifted her chin so he could stare into her eyes. "You will fit perfectly here. You were born for this type of show." "You surprise me, boss." Her voice quivered. Leonardo's face changed slightly he didn't like that
If he had heard, was that why he was like this, or was there something else wrong. Paige swallowed and smiled nervously at him. "Can we go now, am done with my call." As soon as she finished saying that, she lowered her head. Leonardo's stare was making her nervous. It was direct and pained. Standing there the way he was without saying a word and with that complicated expression on his face Paige didn't know what to do. "Leonardo," she called again. That seems to break him out of his trance and he walked over to her and hesitated before he grabbed her hand and directed her towards the garden. He wasn't even talking to her, yet Paige felt anxiety from how cold he seemed, so much that the fact they were holding hands offered her no thrill like it did before and she did not feel any tiny sparks from their hands touching. All she felt was anticipation. Anticipation for what? She did not know. All she knew was that there
Paige swallowed. "Should she tell him it was because she was in love with him and was hoping he would date her? Or should she lie outright and deflect his questions? In the end, she decided on the truth. "My ex treated me horribly and no, am not still pinning after him." Her voice was bitter, skipping entirely the reason she was still single. Leo's face fell. "Do you…Do you care to elaborate on that a little more?" No matter how casual he tried to make that sound. Or how disinterested he tried to sound. Paige couldn't help noticing the subject was of interest to him. So she lifted her chin. Feeling like she was being bared open and wondering what his sudden interest in her past was. "Why don't you tell me about your love life instead." She had expected him to close off after asking that question. Instead, he leaned back in the chair and smiled. Amusement dancing on his lips at the look on her face. Had he realized what she was trying to
*Two days later* In the study on the second floor of the palazzo, decorated in bland colors of white, gray, and navy blue, and arranged tactically to meet the taste of any man. The curtains drawn closed, and without the natural source of light created an illusion of detachment from the outside world. Behind the desk in his office, Leonardo stared at the document in his hands for a long time before he threw it aside and sighed heavily. Ever since he made Paige climax in the garden, the strangest thing has been happening to him. He has been constantly replaying the events in his head. Of how she moaned and arched her back, the feel of her skin under his hand, and when he was not thinking about that he was thinking about the way her eyes sparkled whenever she looked at him, the gentle way she tucked her hair behind her ear whenever she was nervous or embarrassed about something. And then — her lips. On one or two occasions Leo had caught himself
The cool air was gentle and caressed Leo's skin as he stood on the porch watching the beach from their house. He could still hear the merry and laughter coming from inside the house where Paige had taken it upon herself to turn into the family jester. Most of the jokes were told at his expense, Leo hadn't minded as long as it made Paige happy. He had sat through it quietly and would have continued to do so had his mother not recounted one embarrassing moment in his early childhood, Leo wished to God no one will hear about. Embarrassed, he had to come outside to save face. That was where he was, casually sipping his champagne, his cheeks slightly flushed when he felt a presence. Quickly, Leo turned his head only to come face to face with hissiste
There was a strange glint in his eyes. "I'm expected in Italy soon." It took Paige a moment to realize what that meant. "You are leaving?" Paige murmured, unaware of the sadness that had crept into her voice. It must have called to him because his face scrunched up. And his adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Don't say it like am casting you away after one night of sex." "Then how is it?" "You know that's not what it is." Paige squeezed their linked hands, covering it with one of her own and stealing Leo's attention with the trembling of her lips. "We just entered into a relationship and you are already leaving?" What will happen to our relationship when you are gone. You will be in Italy, busy with work while I will be here, what will happen to us. And don't tell me we could go into a long-distance relationship. We've hardly
He pulled away from her then, breathing heavily. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were filled with love, unspent. “Not fair,” he growled. “You are still clothed while I'm naked. It gives you more advantage—"“Then take it off," Paige commanded.His eyes darkened, and he reached out with the intention to pry her off one of two clothes, and with a twist of her body, Paige escaped his arms and ran towards the king-sized bed, laughing when she saw the surprise in his eyes.She felt powerful, naughty, and so in love. Well aware she was teasing him, and that even though it might seem like he was annoyed, he wasn't bothered by it.It felt so good being this way with him. Being able to play with him like this. It made Paige smile. Then she saw the bulge in his pants and her
“Do you know how difficult it was for me to remain there acting likeIwasn’t affected by the things you said to me? LikeIwasn’t falling more and more in love with you. The gentle way you talked to me, your understanding.” He swallowed nervously. “Don’t you understand it, Leo? You confused me like no one has ever done before. You did kiss me at times whenIwas sure none of your family members waswatchingand then say nothing later. No explanation. And of course,Icouldn’t tell you that it was bothering me, thatIwas in love with you lest it turns out you reciprocated no such feelings for me too and was only pretending to, as the charade required.When that happens,Ifeared you might feel uncomfortable with me, and eventuallymightwant to lay me off after the charade was done andI&
Few minutes later, Paige was inside the ostentatious house. After navigating for a while, and pulling open several empty rooms, she finally found Leonardo upstairs in one of the rooms.Contrary to what Wesley believed, Leo was standing by the window. Which gave a natural view of the outside. One hand in his pocket. He had discarded his jacket and was left only in a white shirt and his pants. He was backing her so Paige couldn't see his face, but he must have sensed her presence because he said without turning, “I thought i told you to gohome, Paige.”Paige stepped inside quietly, closing the door. Waiting for him to face her, but he never did. "I don't want to. I don’t want to go home.”He turned then, his eyes resting on her arms, the tear in the hem of her gown. Her knee, and then finally her belly, and his
Leo studied her intently. She was serious. He frowned. "Very well. Do what you want. Stay in the car if you want. That won’t guarantee i will give you a listening ear."After saying that, Leo signaled his driver to head straight to his house.She relaxed then and Leo realized she had been holding her breath. Which Leo did not understand.Another thing he didn't understand was why was she here? Why was she hellbent on explaining herself? What reason did she think she would give that will change his mind? He wanted to believe there was a good reason for this, but he couldn't think of anything."I'm sorry." Leo hadn't realized he had been staring at her until she said that.He turned his face towards the window. Not wanting her to see how that wo
Downstairs, in the half-deserted hotel hallway, Leonardo ran an agitated hand over his hair, puffing out air from his mouth. He felt like smashing his fist into something. Worst, he didn’t feel like that would relieve the pain in his chest. It felt like a large hand was closing in around his heart. And squeezing it tight. How could Paige do this to him? And to think that he asked her before if she was pregnant and she lied through her teeth. She looked him straight in the eyes and lied. Made Leo want to curse out in frustration. What has he done to deserve this? Was he thatdespicable? Shewould rather tell Finn she was pregnant than tellinghim?The father of the child.
Finn stood up from theground,looking so lost. “Does he know? Your boss?" He gestured with his hand. "Does he know you are pregnant?"His green eyes rested on her stomach, and then back to her face. Paige shook her head. “He doesn’t know.” "He doesn’t know?" Finn repeated, his face serious. Paige could feel the wheels turning in his head. He seemed to be thinking hard. Then he ran a hand over his face and planted it on his waist as if coming to a sudden conclusion. "Don't tell him." “What?” “I said don’t tell him.” "You can't be serious!" Paige cried. “Hear me out before you say anything," Finn said, stepping closer to her. Paige knew she hadn’t told Leonardo anything about her pregnancy, she knew she was delaying, but she was going to tell him, eventually. However, what Finn was suggesting was the opposite. He was insinuating she shouldn’t tell Leo at all. He grabbed her hand, and Paige trie
Finn, who was talking with his friends, tried to call her, but she ignored him and dashed out of the door. "Paige!" Finn called and hurried after her. Immediately she stepped out of the reception which was held in the halls of a fancy hotel. Paige hurried to the nearest hallway. On getting there, she rested her back on the wall, and closed her eyes, clenching her purse tight. Paige was trying to gather herself before Finn reached her. However, she was not successful. Because in the next second Finn's hands were on her shoulders and he was turning her around. "Hey, what's wrong? Look at me," Finn said when Paige wouldn't look at him. Tipping her chin, he looked into her eyes. "Are you crying? Don't cry." Finn cooed. There was something about trying to hold back tears and then someone offering sympathy that suddenly made the tears come faster. That was the case with Paige because immediately Finn cooed that word 'Don't cry.' Not minding sh