She walked slowly towards the beach house. From a distance, she saw Lorenzo apparently waiting for her on the terrace. One look at him and her mouth ran dry. The closer she got; the more Phoebe’s body craved for him.
He looked absolutely stunning. Lorenzo was wearing a white jacket over a simple black t-shirt and a pair of tailored black jeans hugged his long, powerful thighs. She wished he wasn't wearing sunglasses which masked his gorgeous blue eyes.
“I got a call on my phone,” Lorenzo said when she was still several feet away.
While getting closer to him, Phoebe realized that something was extremely wrong. His tone was ice cold and so empty of emotion that ran a real chill down her spine. She came to a halt, green eyes betraying her anxious uncertainty.
“What's wrong
After rearranged the book display in the window for the third time that day, Phoebe left out a tearful sigh.“Would you like a cup of coffee, Phoebs?” Stephen Finlay suggested. It was raining cats and dogs outside and there wasn't a customer in the entire shop. Phoebe focused on her boss’s face, the kindly concern visible in his lined features, and forced a strained smile.“That would be lovely, Stephen... thanks.” Grateful that the older man would never dream of asking her questions about what happened, Phoebe stood behind the counter sipping her coffee and watching the rain stream down the window and the door. She had been back home for two days, but what had happened in Italy haunted her more with ev
Her straight answer made dark colors score his hard cheekbones. His dense lashes swept down low over his stunning gaze and he breathed in deep, his tension as strong as her own.“Hai ragione… You're right… We have to talk this out first,” Lorenzo conceded with gritty reluctance. First? Phoebe spun away on legs that trembled, shattered that he could reduce her to such a level with just one smoldering glance.“I accused you without double-checking the facts,” he admitted without hesitation. “When my chief accountant called me with the bad news, I cut him short. I didn't want to discuss it any further. I'm afraid I just assumed that you had made that phone call from the airport. I was outraged.”“Whatever…” Phoebe conceded stiffly.“But this morning I learned t
During the following weeks, Phoebe told Stephen that she had finally made the decision to fix an appointment with the bank.“Why, Phoebe?” he asked. She smiled, thinking that her elderly employer was becoming very absent-minded.“So that I can apply for a loan to buy this bookstore back,” she reminded him gently. Stephen looked dismayed.“Maybe you shouldn’t do that just yet, Phoebe,” he urged. Confused by that reaction, she looked at him thoroughly. She didn’t understand his behavior. She told him over and over again that when he would decide to sell the business, she is going to buy it from him. Phoebe thought it was already a done deal.“I suppose I could cancel the
When Phoebe began to recover consciousness, she felt nauseous and dazed. Her lashes lifted slowly. Lorenzo was so close she could see little golden flecks in his eyes. They were in an elevator and he was carrying her. What was going on?“Lorenzo…”“What?” he demanded with unconcealed aggression, powerful arms tightening around her to keep her firmly wedged against his hard, muscular chest.“What… Why are you carrying me?” she mumbled heavily.“You fainted.” A frown indented her damp brow as she fought to regain her wits.“Don’t be silly… I don't faint! Let me down now!”“I've had it with this cleaning nonsense!” Lorenzo ground out, his jawline squaring. “These two jobs are too much for you!”“De Angelis..
“What do you mean?”“This news… about the… pregnancy,” she whispered and lowered her head smiling sadly. “Man, I just blow you away Lorenzo De Angelis.” “This is not at all how I would describe this situation…” Losing patience, Lorenzo closed a determined arm around her and urged Phoebe back indoors.“Come, you need to eat something.” Pulling free of him, Phoebe entered the room and sank down on a sofa.“I’m not hungry.” Lorenzo closed the wall of glass and tossed the remote aside. Then turned towards Phoebe and studied her carefully. His expressive mouth quirked.“I must admit that I’m accustomed to more experienced women who protect themselves from
Lying on her stomach, Phoebe watched Lorenzo recline back against the padded headboard. His brilliant blue eyes were looking around the room. She could feel his sudden distance like a cold chill in the air. He was talking in Italian, his darkly handsome features grave and taut. Phoebe frowned, anxiously wondering what the call was about. A couple of minutes later, Lorenzo cast the phone aside.“I need to take a shower, and then I have to work for a while,” he announced, his stunning eyes veiled, his jawline clenched. “Try to get some sleep, piccola.” When he got off the bed without another word, Phoebe felt like dying. Reality hit her again… Lorenzo remained still and watched her features.“What's wrong?” he asked.“Nothing that
His departure seemed so incredibly subtle that Phoebe couldn’t quite believe that Lorenzo had asked her to marry him and that she had agreed. Everything happened so damn fast. But when she was with him, the notion of time different than what she knew. In the space of an hour, Phoebe had learned that she was expecting a baby and she was going to get married. It was too much to take in all at once... Lorenzo wanted to marry her. Was this real or was she part of a fairytale? Was he feeling pressured to propose because of the pregnancy? Was he for real? Alright, so her father had been a creep, and on that basis, Phoebe had judged all males. But Lorenzo wasn’t like the other men... Not entirely, anyway. The moment she entered his life, he swept her off her feet. And made her fall head over heels in l
While waiting in the living room, absorbed in her thoughts, Phoebe heard Lorenzo entering the apartment. She listened while he was exchanging a few words with his manservant, no doubt learning that she was there, waiting patiently to see him. Having come over to his apartment the instant she finished work Phoebe had been awaiting his return for almost two hours. She decided to stay calm and not kill him in the first ten minutes. Just for the sake of the game, she wanted to hear his pathetic excuses. The more inconsistencies she recalled in Lorenzo's past behavior, the more she understood who he really was. Lorenzo strode into the living room, his lean, strong face grim, blue-icy eyes flat and unfathomable. He emanated stress and tension like a forcefield.“Hello, Lory! Did you have a good trip?
Hearing her sweet voice confessing her feelings in Italian, made him happy beyond belief. Lorenzo caught her up in his arms and crushed her mouth with hungry intensity beneath his. As he buried his face in her red curls, Phoebe quivered, feeling weak and strong at the same time.“I never dreamt that hearing a woman telling me that she loved me could mean so much. And confessing that in my own language is even better,” he confided with roughened sincerity and pure joy.“And to think that if you had told me rather than Mia,” she could not resist adding, “that you loved me, I'd never have left you.”“Piccola, don't you ever leave me again,” Lorenzo warned fiercely.“I wouldn't dream of it...” She gave him a teasing glance, rejoicing in this new intimacy of mutual trust which allowed her to do and say what she liked.“Not if it means you're likely to drow
She was so appalled by that confession she sank on the side of the bed before her legs gave out beneath her. If he needed a shoulder, why did it have to be hers? Then Phoebe understood. He wanted to make a complete confession. Nothing less would satisfy his over-active conscience. So, he was about to drag out personal admissions that would very probably rip her heart out and depress her for the next thirty years. Lorenzo regarded her warily and very slowly set down the case. He cleared his throat.“I…”“Will you keep it short?” Phoebe begged without pride. Lorenzo got even tenser. He looked so absolutely miserable her heart went out to him. She had to face it now. He had really loved Mia. He might now be disgusted, but he had loved her.“My father first told me that Mia
Instead of exploding at that rather unjust stab, Lorenzo froze in his distant corner of the back seat.“I guess you're right about that.” Phoebe sent him a slightly confused glance, registering the raw tension engraved into his bold, dark profile.“I honestly didn't think you might get worried until later… Much later,” she said without irony. “It took you eleven days to call Sunny,” Lorenzo stated tautly.“I had some things to work out.” Like how to live without him. How to exist with a constant craving that got more agonizing with every passing hour. How to push away the flawed memory of good times that kept hurting her even more in those days. Images of them, making love… For her, making love with Lorenzo had been earth-shattering sensa
Sunny’s anxious face lit up with a hugely relieved smile the instant she saw Phoebe walking across the park towards her. She looked at Phoebe and her sad eyes and pale expression broke her heart. Damned Mia did a great number on Phoebe.“Thank goodness you didn't stand me up!” she gasped as she flew off the bench. “Come on, you’re coming to stay with us for as long as you want.” Phoebe dug her hands into the pockets of her jacket and avoid looking her in the eyes. She had cried a lot those past few days and didn’t want Sunny to worry or to tell that to George. “I can’t, Sunny. Don’t worry, I’m staying in a nice place.”“Phee… I want to help you. This is why I invited you here,” Sunny said squeezing her hand.“I’m ok, really. Or I&rs
Once she reached the warm soft sand on the beach, Phoebe kicked off her shoes and walked along through the surf whispering onto the shore. The sun shone blinding silvered reflections on the sea. It was hotter than it had been on her last visit. Well, she didn’t mind the heat. It seemed to drive out the chill inside her. Here they were on the very first day of their honeymoon and Mia had already practically torn them apart. Lorenzo had indeed been outraged by such lurid invasive publicity. And, whether she liked the role or not, Phoebe now knew that she had become Lorenzo's soft spot. He was a very proud man, and she didn't want him to be any less proud. But they had had yet another violent and destructive argument and she had got precisely nowhere. How many more could they afford to have before Lorenzo decide
“This is not the way I wanted the world to discover about our child,” Lorenzo commented trying to keep some restraint.“No...” Phoebe agreed, trembling.“You should’ve told me everything about your past. I might have been able to protect you… us better.” Hearing his tone filled with disappointment, Phoebe flinched. None of what was in that newspaper was her fault. There was some truth in the article, but also a lot of lies and exaggerations. His gaze was judgmental.“For starters, I had no idea that you and your mother were treated like pariahs. Another thing you didn’t mention.”“Lorenzo, my mother was an unmarried woman and all her rich friends started treating her even worse once her father lost their fortune.” Remembering those moments, what her mother
As their car reached the front entrance of the villa, Lorenzo sent a rueful glance down at her.“Until I met you, I really believed I was a skilled diplomat…”“You are… most of the time,” Phoebe told him baldly. “But I’m not a person who follows orders without questioning… Or say always the right things.”“You’re not, but I’m also a difficult person,” he said calmly. “Around you, I stop thinking straight and say things I shouldn’t.” “Letting your guard down from time to time it's not a tragedy, Lorenzo.” She smiled again and realized that what hurt her the most wasn’t being compared to Mia but to find out that she was still so present in Lorenzo's thoughts on their wedding day. But then it didn't
“What is this ‘someone like me’ stuff? What are you trying to say?” Lorenzo asked. “It means that I’m no high-society material. I’ve always been picked upon for being an illegitimate child. It was something everybody knew about me and it made my life a living hell until I grew enough to defend myself. But just so you’d know, I didn’t accept to be your wife for your money or for being saved, Lorenzo. Please believe that,” Phoebe replied putting her hand on his.“No damn wonder you find it so hard to lean on me.”“Lorenzo, most people I've tried to lean on in life fell over like pieces of a domino. The next second they chose to leave me behind or forget about me,” Phoebe said with a bitter laugh, wishing she hadn't mentioned her childhood.‘But I won't fell down or leave you alone,” Lorenzo intoned very seriously. “You have to learn to trust me,
Two months later, Phoebe walked into her local catholic church, to become Lorenzo's wife. She wore an elegant, fitted, off-the-shoulder dress in palest cream, the superb fabric exquisitely beaded and embroidered. It was her dream dress. In one move, she emptied her bank account of all her savings since she started working. Lorenzo insisted over and over again that she need to use one of the credit cards he had given her to buy everything, but all she used was to buy the matching shoes and all the other accessories. There was no one to walk her down the aisle, so she walked alone, and quite unconcerned.'Someone has to give you away,' Lorenzo had told her on the phone from Zurich, where he had been attending an important business meeting. 'I’m used to do things on my own. I’ve been doing i