44| Profession

Lorenzo

“I love you, Willow.”

But she looks at me like she’s been slapped across the face.

Did it not come out right? Did I sound like I didn’t mean it?

What is it that I said wrong in those three words that made more tears well up in her eyes and walk out of the kitchen? What am I doing so wrong?

***

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Moretti, I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.” The man whose name I can’t bother to remember says with a smile while extending his hand for a handshake.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off of my sight before I put a bullet between his fucking eyes. But then I remembered that I couldn’t…didn’t have to do that. Willow says being rude when there’s nothing to be rude about is bad.

Fuck, but I’m already irritated enough from having to fly from Florida to Canada at 6 a.m. in the fucking morning just to close a 12 p.m. business deal, I don’t want to shake a fucking hand for fucks sake.

I didn’t even realize that I was staring so hard at his hand unt