Claire
The car was too quiet, the weight of his stupid announcement pressing the air around us. What? Marriage in three months? How could he do something like that without informing me? And there was no way on this planet I'd marry an arrogant bastard.
I stared out the window, watching city lights blur past, my nails digging into my palm to keep from exploding. His voice broke the silence—low, careful, like he thought he could buy me over with the gentility in it.
"You're awkwardly quiet ?"
I didn’t answer. My jaw was locked tight, as I kept looking out the window. The look on Penny's was the same as mine when he made the announcement . Complete shock that quickly morphed into anger which I quickly masked because of the gazes that were locked on me.
I kept hearing my mother’s voice, that proud, breathless laugh when he made the announcement. Her hands clutching her chest like she'd won the lottery. At tha
I wouldn't have thought Enzo was harbouring feelings for me but the near kiss at the bar was evidence enough. I had moved away on time before his lips connected with mine and quickly acted drunk.He seemed embarrassed at first but I was thankful he took the clue and just laughed it off. The next day I pretended not to remember anything about that night and ever since then Enzo has paid me more attention than usual.It was clear he had feelings for me, and he was doing little to nothing to hide it. The little gestures, the compliments, the light smiles, everything was as clear as day. I couldn't tell exactly how I felt about him, but all I could say was I felt a special kind of pull towards him.Penny was another reason I couldn't put a definition of what I felt for him. She was a little bit too obsessed with him. One way or the other, Lorenzo just happened to find a way into every one of our conversations.How could I
GiancarloI stared at the gate agent like she had suddenly grown two heads. None of what she was saying made sense to me and the sight of the security men approaching only added to my anger.It was clear from the look on her face that Claire was tensed. Though she was trying to keep her wits together, I could almost heart the sound of her loud heart beat.“What do you mean by we can't take off?” I asked, throwing a quick glance to the security men that had already gotten to us. One tried to grab my arm, but I moved just in time, glaring at him.“Don't you dare touch me! What the fuck is going on? Are you forgetting who I am?” It wasn't my style to use such lines, but at this point it seemed they were forgetting I was a Caruso.“I'm sorry sir, there's a issue with the clearance of this flight, so you can't take off.” the lady said, still holding that tight-lipped smile on her face.
ClaireToday had to be perfect—no exceptions, no mistakes. I was about to give my boyfriend the surprise of a lifetime.A marriage proposal. The beginning of our forever and a perfect way to mark our anniversary—he'd never see it coming.Every detail was planned out—from the bouquet of roses in my hands, to the reservations at one of the city's most exclusive restaurants—reservations I'd only managed to secure weeks ago through countless calls and relentless follow-ups; something other people would consider harassment, but to me, it was just simple tenacity. As the saying goes, ‘You want something? You go for it,’ and I wanted this anniversary to be flawless.Clutching the roses in excitement, I approached the receptionist at Alex’s department with a bright smile. “Oh, hi, Laura. Won’t be long—I’m just meeting Alex. He’s still in?”“Sure.” She started to smile as she looked up, but it faltered—just for a second. At the sight of me? The hesitation was fleeting, but it was gone almost
ClaireWhat the hell are you doing?!” Alex’s harsh whisper startled me so badly I nearly dropped the ring. I hadn’t even realized he was that close. I’d been too caught up in this insane, reckless moment that was sure to blow up in my face!My heart pounded like a jackhammer against my ribs—and I hated that he was right, because what the hell was I doing?!“My sincerest apologies, Mr. Giancarlo,” Alex said, turning to the stranger in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation. His forced smile faltered. “She doesn't know what she's saying, she’s upset and—”The heat of embarrassment crawled up my neck, burning my ears at his belittling choice of words.But the man—Giancarlo—had already interrupted, silencing Alex with the single commanding lift of his hand, before I could say anything. “Let her speak,” he'd said, his piercing grey-blue eyes then shifting to me and holding me captive as he waited for me to speak?“Well?” The question sliced through my haze and for a moment, I forgot
GiancarloI didn't know what it was about Claire that intrigued me.Ordinarily, she wasn’t the type of woman I usually dealt with—too bright, too unpredictable, too… real. But there was something... compelling about her that kept me seated here, instead of putting an end to this ridiculous situation and heading off a long time ago. This farce was a distraction I didn’t need. And yet, I’d somehow found myself asking her to dinner. She’d hesitated before saying she’d already made reservations for two somewhere else—likely for her and the fool she’d been seeing. That she'd mentioned the reservation at all kind of amused me more than I cared to admit. None of the women I knew would've risked pointing it out and passing on the chance at dining somewhere far superior—especially with a man like me. But I’m learning… Claire wasn't like most women. I’d offered to take care of it though, seeing no sense in letting her effort go to waste. I had no obligations to—I wasn't a man who acted wit
Claire~The restaurant doors burst open, plunging us out into the chaos beyond. Flashes of light seared my vision as the roar of the crowd outside reached deafening proportions. How were there so many people in one location?The blinding lights were accompanied by a barrage of voices yelling over one another.“Claire! Over here!”“Is it true you’re engaged?”“How long have you been together?”Their words barely registered before I felt his hand on my back—firm and steady, guiding me forward. I tried not to lean into his touch, but my feet were jelly and the warmth emanating from that small point of contact made it almost impossible."Keep your head down,” Giancarlo murmured softly, his voice controlled as his even warmer breath fanned my ears, making me weak in the knees.I tried to follow his lead, but the noise was suffocating. Panic clawed at me, my breaths turning heavy.“Hang on," he said, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to his side as he shielded me from the on
Chapter 5Giancarlo The beeping sound of my alarm rang through my ears, drawing me out of sleep. I stretched, my muscles pleasantly sore from the best night’s rest I’d had in weeks. A laugh slipped out before I could stop it, soft and warm. I couldn't explain it, not in words that made sense, but I felt good. Light, even. The kind of good that clings to your skin and makes you grin like a fool for no damn reason. Or maybe it's the thought of Clarissa…I rubbed my hand on my face and let out a breath before stumbling out of bed. By now, it was clear that it was the thoughts of Clarissa that brought a smile to my face.She's just weird in all the perfect ways. As I got dressed for work, the thought of how my day would play out went through my head. I'll drive out of my compound with paparazzi hoarding me, drive to the company and still try to bypass another hoard of paparazzi. I'll get into the company and my assistant will ask me what she could do about the string of news that is f
“Leave us alone, Sydney.” I said to Sydney, my eyes fixed on my grandfather walking into my office like he owned the place. With a simple bow of her head, Sydney walked out of my office but not without giving my grandfather a greeting.Instantly, my eyes caught the sharp lines of his tailored Italian suit, the dark fabric clinging to his frame like it had been hand-stitched by God himself. Every inch of him was polished to perfection, from the gleaming cufflinks to the crisp pocket square folded with military precision.Even before he spoke, the air shifted. Authority clung to him, ringing from every step he took. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention; he just existed, and people straightened up.Pride swelled in my chest, I had always admired my grandfather. And I still do. He was my role model. “Grandpa! You didn't tell me you were coming around.” I said with a smile on my face, leaving my desk and walking towards him. He pulled me into a brief hug, a fond smile
GiancarloI stared at the gate agent like she had suddenly grown two heads. None of what she was saying made sense to me and the sight of the security men approaching only added to my anger.It was clear from the look on her face that Claire was tensed. Though she was trying to keep her wits together, I could almost heart the sound of her loud heart beat.“What do you mean by we can't take off?” I asked, throwing a quick glance to the security men that had already gotten to us. One tried to grab my arm, but I moved just in time, glaring at him.“Don't you dare touch me! What the fuck is going on? Are you forgetting who I am?” It wasn't my style to use such lines, but at this point it seemed they were forgetting I was a Caruso.“I'm sorry sir, there's a issue with the clearance of this flight, so you can't take off.” the lady said, still holding that tight-lipped smile on her face.
I wouldn't have thought Enzo was harbouring feelings for me but the near kiss at the bar was evidence enough. I had moved away on time before his lips connected with mine and quickly acted drunk.He seemed embarrassed at first but I was thankful he took the clue and just laughed it off. The next day I pretended not to remember anything about that night and ever since then Enzo has paid me more attention than usual.It was clear he had feelings for me, and he was doing little to nothing to hide it. The little gestures, the compliments, the light smiles, everything was as clear as day. I couldn't tell exactly how I felt about him, but all I could say was I felt a special kind of pull towards him.Penny was another reason I couldn't put a definition of what I felt for him. She was a little bit too obsessed with him. One way or the other, Lorenzo just happened to find a way into every one of our conversations.How could I
ClaireThe car was too quiet, the weight of his stupid announcement pressing the air around us. What? Marriage in three months? How could he do something like that without informing me? And there was no way on this planet I'd marry an arrogant bastard.I stared out the window, watching city lights blur past, my nails digging into my palm to keep from exploding. His voice broke the silence—low, careful, like he thought he could buy me over with the gentility in it."You're awkwardly quiet ?"I didn’t answer. My jaw was locked tight, as I kept looking out the window. The look on Penny's was the same as mine when he made the announcement . Complete shock that quickly morphed into anger which I quickly masked because of the gazes that were locked on me.I kept hearing my mother’s voice, that proud, breathless laugh when he made the announcement. Her hands clutching her chest like she'd won the lottery. At tha
Giancarlo“Over here please”“Smile”“Lift your chin up a bit.”“That's it.”“You guys look so good together.”“Should we be expecting marriage soon?”Those were the questions I could filter out from the list of questions that were being thrown at us. We wore smiles, posing and turning for the camera when need be.“Keep your smile steady and hold your head up high. You're with me.” I whispered through the chaos as I noticed her getting tensed.Her hand was a bit tight in mine, but its warmth weighed lightly against my chest. I should have been focusing on the flashes—chin up, shoulders squared, effortless smile and aura—but I wasn’t. Not when she stood beside me looking like that.I knew I was making a bad choice when I chose that dress.The dress hugged her just righ
I laid on my bed after the rather long day I had. I tossed and turned, unable to close my eyes. My anger towards Giancarlo didn't make me go down for dinner and now I was feeling the repercussions of my actions.My stomach growled in protest, but I was determined not to have dinner for that night nor have to be in the same room as him. I turned again and closed my eyes, about to force myself to sleep when I heard a knock on my door. It better not be who I'm thinking. I ignored it and just closed my eyes again, but the knock came again, this time followed by the sound of the door opening. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep.“I know you're not sleeping.” He called out in a gentle tone making me sigh. I turned around and faced him, turning on my bedside lamp. “I don't think you need the lights, the colours are blinding already.” “What do you want?” Ignoring his comment, I asked without holding back the bite in my tone. “Ouch! Seems like you don't want me here.” he said, clutchi
ClaireAs the words fell from my mouth, there was a bit of silence like the walls were taking in the weight of my words. I had never felt that much anger before and it was taking everything in me not to bite off Giancarlo's ears. He stands there and call me Jealous, insensitive after violating me with no iota of remorse. I couldn't take it anymore, we were keeping up with this because the world thought we were married. If I spilled the beans, then I could go back to my apartment and to my normal life. “You wouldn't dare!” He growled, the smirk on his face replaced by anger. “Watch me.” I said with spite as I walked towards the exit, but Enzo was quick to block me. “Hey, hey, hey…. Why don't we all calm down?”“Calm down? Can't you hear what he's saying? He kisses a girl and uses me to avoid public backlash and he's refusing to get down from his high horse!” “And so what if I used you to avoid a public backlash? You're forgetting that the world thinks we're engaged and whatever ba
Giancarlo “Sir, I was about to bring in some things to you.” Sydney's voice stopped me the moment I stepped out of my office to go have lunch.“What are they about?” I asked, stopping and turning around to face her.“We wanted to know what the theme for this year's gala would be?” “I thought we had a team for that?”“Yes, but they wanted to know if you would have any preferences. You know last year you—”“Tell them I say they can deal with it. I don't want to hear anything about the gala, all I want to do about it is attend it.” I said, cutting her short. I already have a lot to deal with, and an annual gala wouldn't be added to it.“Alright, sir.” “Is that all?” “Yes sir.” She nodded with a smile on her face before taking her seat as I turned around to leave.I walked into the cafeteria expecting nothing more than the usual hum of conversation and the comforting aroma of coffee and food. I was walking towards the counter when a voice stopped me. “Excuse me?” I turned to the dir
ClaireThe music thumped through the room, the heavy beats of Cardio B’s wap, reverberating in my chest, loud enough to drown out my own thoughts. I spun on my toes, hands on my knees as Ilved my waist up down while staring at myself in the mirror. I was elated from the Idea of it all. No clothes, no worries—just me, my music, and the giddy pulse of excitement.The bass dropped, and I bent lower, hair wild around my face, body moving in a rhythm that everyone knew. I was lost in it, completely untethered, until I turned around and melt eyes crashed with gray orbsI froze.He stood there, his eyes partly open, his lips tugged into a smile. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that he just walked in on me naked. His expression was nothing compared to what I expected.Oh. My. God. Is that how unappealing I look?“What the—Can't you fucking knock?” The hands of the clock began to move again, and suddenly, I was hyper aware of everything—my bare skin, the alarming fact that I was
Claire's sister was the last person I expected to run into at a place like this. She's just someone you would see tucked away at family functions, not lurking in the shadows of a dive bar.I stared at her, her eyes quietly observant and her demeanor as composed as ever, contrasting starkly with the raucous energy around us. “That sentence should be coming from me.” “Why?” She asked in her ever so calm voice. She was a complete opposite of Claire. “You don't strike me as someone who drinks, and clearly not someone who comes to a bar.” “Too bad I didn't meet your righteous expectations.” “Hmm.” I hummed in response.That wasn't the case at all. At this point, I doubt anybody in this age doesn't take alcohol. She just didn't look like someone to be in a loud and razzy place. “What are you doing here?” She asked as the bartender poured me yet another shot. “The same reason as you are.” “Did you lose a court case because of an evidence you didn't review yourself?” I stared at her