Claire
When Giancarlo asked me that question, I could feel my heart leave its position and travel to the bottom of my stomach. My heart picked its pace as I thought of any possibilities of him knowing what almost happened between me and Enzo.
And now….
When his words paused and his mouth slightly opened from the impending reply, it was weird. His brows knitted together, and his gaze fixed on something beyond me. Confusion tightened his features, and his mouth closed.
I frowned, following his line of sight, but all I saw were travelers hustling past—families juggling bags, lovers hugging themselves goodbye, businessmen glued to their phones, and a little boy dragging a blue suitcase twice his size. Nothing out of the ordinary.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice low.
He didn’t respond, didn’t even blink. His jaw shifted slightly, the muscle there taut as if he was trying to piece something toge
Giancarlo A smile tugged the left side of my lips as I buckled in properly and prepared for take off while replaying the conversation I just had with Claire on my head. I found her excitement and surprise at me booking the whole place amusing and childish, and it felt good bragging about my wealth. I relaxed back into my chair about to close my eyes as the pain began to take off, but slow heavy breath seeped into my ears. I turned to Claire and my eyebrows dipped into a frown. Her gaze was unsteady and she was taking in constant deep breaths. Her fingers gripped the armrest like it was the only thing keeping the plane from falling out of the sky.I smirked, leaning in closer. "You know, the plane's not gonna crash just because you're squeezing that armrest to death."Her gaze steadied as her head snapped towards my direction. "I’m not scared.""Uh-huh." I let out a soft laugh. "And I’m a ballet dancer."She glared, but the way her breath hitched when the engines roared gave her aw
ClaireThe moment the receptionist told Giancarlo that getting separate rooms was against their policy, I knew I was screwed. My heart threatened to fall into the cold pits of my stomach as I recalled the requests I made. “Is there nothing we can do about it? It's my fault, I made a mistake while booking the room.” I spoke, trying not to let my nervousness shake my words. She blinked. "A mistake?"I glanced towards Giancarlo and the look on his face planted more dread in my stomach. Oh God. The candles, silk sheets, rose petals… and the handcuffs. Fuck! the handcuffs. My skin prickled with humiliation just thinking about it."Yes." I forced a laugh that sounded strained even to me. "The thing is we’re not… a couple." I paused, clearing my throat before lowering my voice. "So, uh, I need two separate rooms instead. You know how awkward it would be if we shared the same room . Help a girl in need."Her polite smile faltered. "I'm sorry, but our policy doesn't allow room changes upon c
GiancarloThe light reflecting in her bluish green eyes made it sparkle more than it normally did. The moment my hand dropped to her waist, her pupils dilated and it almost felt like she had become wood at the wake of my touch. “What? Cat got your tongue? I thought you had a sharp mouth?” I asked with a smirk on my face, pinning her with a daring gaze. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it back unable to say a word.In that moment, my mouth moved to bed lips, and this time I was the one working to swallow the lump in my throat.“Wh— what do you think you're doing?” The soft whisper of her voice snapped me out of it as I let her go immediately, swallowing and taking a step back.“At the end of the day, you still admire this self absorbed asshole.” I said to her, plucking off the first two buttons of my shirt. “You're not only self absorbed but arrogant. It's sad you think every woman admire you.” “It's not. I am Giancarlo Caruso, every woman does admire me. You were
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
GiancarloThe light reflecting in her bluish green eyes made it sparkle more than it normally did. The moment my hand dropped to her waist, her pupils dilated and it almost felt like she had become wood at the wake of my touch. “What? Cat got your tongue? I thought you had a sharp mouth?” I asked with a smirk on my face, pinning her with a daring gaze. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it back unable to say a word.In that moment, my mouth moved to bed lips, and this time I was the one working to swallow the lump in my throat.“Wh— what do you think you're doing?” The soft whisper of her voice snapped me out of it as I let her go immediately, swallowing and taking a step back.“At the end of the day, you still admire this self absorbed asshole.” I said to her, plucking off the first two buttons of my shirt. “You're not only self absorbed but arrogant. It's sad you think every woman admire you.” “It's not. I am Giancarlo Caruso, every woman does admire me. You were
ClaireThe moment the receptionist told Giancarlo that getting separate rooms was against their policy, I knew I was screwed. My heart threatened to fall into the cold pits of my stomach as I recalled the requests I made. “Is there nothing we can do about it? It's my fault, I made a mistake while booking the room.” I spoke, trying not to let my nervousness shake my words. She blinked. "A mistake?"I glanced towards Giancarlo and the look on his face planted more dread in my stomach. Oh God. The candles, silk sheets, rose petals… and the handcuffs. Fuck! the handcuffs. My skin prickled with humiliation just thinking about it."Yes." I forced a laugh that sounded strained even to me. "The thing is we’re not… a couple." I paused, clearing my throat before lowering my voice. "So, uh, I need two separate rooms instead. You know how awkward it would be if we shared the same room . Help a girl in need."Her polite smile faltered. "I'm sorry, but our policy doesn't allow room changes upon c
Giancarlo A smile tugged the left side of my lips as I buckled in properly and prepared for take off while replaying the conversation I just had with Claire on my head. I found her excitement and surprise at me booking the whole place amusing and childish, and it felt good bragging about my wealth. I relaxed back into my chair about to close my eyes as the pain began to take off, but slow heavy breath seeped into my ears. I turned to Claire and my eyebrows dipped into a frown. Her gaze was unsteady and she was taking in constant deep breaths. Her fingers gripped the armrest like it was the only thing keeping the plane from falling out of the sky.I smirked, leaning in closer. "You know, the plane's not gonna crash just because you're squeezing that armrest to death."Her gaze steadied as her head snapped towards my direction. "I’m not scared.""Uh-huh." I let out a soft laugh. "And I’m a ballet dancer."She glared, but the way her breath hitched when the engines roared gave her aw
ClaireWhen Giancarlo asked me that question, I could feel my heart leave its position and travel to the bottom of my stomach. My heart picked its pace as I thought of any possibilities of him knowing what almost happened between me and Enzo.And now….When his words paused and his mouth slightly opened from the impending reply, it was weird. His brows knitted together, and his gaze fixed on something beyond me. Confusion tightened his features, and his mouth closed.I frowned, following his line of sight, but all I saw were travelers hustling past—families juggling bags, lovers hugging themselves goodbye, businessmen glued to their phones, and a little boy dragging a blue suitcase twice his size. Nothing out of the ordinary."What's wrong?" I asked, my voice low.He didn’t respond, didn’t even blink. His jaw shifted slightly, the muscle there taut as if he was trying to piece something toge
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