I predicted this, so when I heard from my assistant, James, that Marco was insisting on an urgent visit, I let him in.Now, he's seated in front of me, tapping his foot relentlessly, while I wait for him to have his first word.He needs a shave, he has a rough-looking stubble scattered across his chin, his hair is ruffled, his eyes red, and two of his buttons are undone. He didn't even bother to put on a tie, and he smelled slightly of alcohol.A good businessman always has his shit together, regardless. This just proves how incompetent he is, he's reckless, a sore loser, and had everything handed over to him.But not this time, the damage I made will be irreparable for a while. If only Emma were here to see this.He opens his mouth to speak, then rubs his chin instead and continues with the ceaseless foot tapping."Get to the point Mr. Giovanni, I have a meeting soon," I lie.I don't.I'm hardly busy these days, everything is going smoothly. I only came to the office these past two d
I hug him tight, savoring his scent, and the way his hand holds my head, patting slowly. I swear I felt him inhale, the scent of my hair, I hoped he was not bothered by my cheap shampoo.It's cheap but works well enough for my hair, so I haven't changed my shampoo to anything fancy despite having access to Liam's card at any time.When we pull out, I can't look him in the eye. My heart is beating like crazy, and I can feel him staring at me, my face feels flushed and hot.I hugged him without thinking out of joy, for taking down the articles. Surely a dramatic way to express my thanks, but like I said, I was not thinking at all. I didn't expect him to take them down, but I noticed all the links were invalid, I was shocked.I guess he actually does have a heart…or maybe he's growing one now.I finally muster up the courage to look at him, trying to decipher what he's thinking. He chuckles a bit and rubs his face.Is Liam Caruso…shy? Blushing?!Why? Did the hug take him off guard? Now t
Emma suggests we get burgers from McDonald's, not my regular type of meal.I can't remember the last time I had a burger, and the last time was the first time as well."There's no way! I know you're rich, but does the myth exist?" Emma asks after I tell her."What myth?" She always comes up with absurd stuff."That the rich don't eat stuff like that, burgers, and whatnot.""I can't speak for others, but it's a personal preference. I prefer not to plague my body with junk like that, building up toxicity that can be easily avoided," I admit.She groans and rolls her eyes, "Damn, my bad. I must have activated Boring Liam. Please bring back Bearable Liam."Boring Liam? Bearable Liam? I wonder what other versions of me she has in her head."But, I can sacrifice one night of my healthy routine," I clear my throat."Yeah yeah whatever, Mr Healthy." She turns to me as we approach the drive-in."So, tell me, will I die of cancer or something, or sicknesses? I ate burgers most of my life, they
I waited a few days before reaching out to Odette. Now, I stand in front of her apartment, hesitant to ring the bell. She should know I'm here now, security must have alerted her, but she will still be waiting for me to ring.I still can't bring myself to face her, and, I have no excuse whatsoever to justify what I did. I smooth my skirt with my hands before pressing the intercom."Yes?" I hear her calm but slightly on edge voice, and the guilt comes back tumbling in again."Uh, it's me…Emma."The door beeps and opens, and I enter.This is no apartment, more like a luxury penthouse. She's so nice and friendly, I forget she's part of the elite, and very rich. She comes down the stairs, with a little, white-furred dog, a Bichon Frise I think.The dog rests on her hand, and she does not take her eyes off me the whole time she descends.I don't know if I should get nervous all over again or take it as something else."Hi," I manage to croak."Hey," she drops her dog down. The little creat
The only reason I had agreed to this dinner is because this is the closest we'll ever have to a family gathering.I am having dinner with Mother, Enzo, his wife, or soon-to-be ex, Linda, and Adelina.Adelina is poised today, suspiciously quiet and behaved, or perhaps she doesn't want any trouble tonight, a classic move.Or, at least that's what I thought until she finally spoke."Where's Emma?" She asks, cutting into her steak.Everyone looks at her puzzled, and stunned, including Mother. Impressive."She's not a part of the family, and this is a family dinner," Mother replies curtly."Why not? Last I heard, marriage qualifies you as a family member, right mother?" She turns to look at Linda, who has a shocked expression on her face."Adelina!" Linda yells, setting down her fork."What?!" Adelina yells back. "This family is filled with hypocrisy, we sit here and pretend like the both of you aren't on the verge of divorce and like we're a normal family, and now what? The biggest issue
"I'm going nowhere near your psycho mother," I burst at Liam's news.What? In Tuscany? So that she could finally kill me and bury me off for good? He wants me to willingly walk into the lion's den? Or, lioness in this case.Anyway…no, never. I know she was behind that media outrage, outing me to the media was ridiculously petty, beyond her, and extremely outrageous."Please Emma, I need you there," Liam pleads and I take in the sight of it, that's a rare sight."Does she even want me there?" I rub my forehead."You know the truth, but she has no choice because you're family now."I eye him, the pleading looks in his eyes and consider for even a moment."Who else will be there? Any other family member I should be worried about?" I sigh.He smiles a little before replying, "Enzo, his wife Linda, and Adelina. Yes, she'll be home this weekend."My ears lit at the sound of Adelina's name. Oh, how I've missed that little brat!"Adelina will be expecting you. She's the reason I insisted you
Did I hurt her that much? It's midnight and she's not back.After pacing back and forth for the past hour while also thinking of all the worst possible scenarios she may be in, I decided to call her.Her phone rings, but she doesn't answer. I panic.Should I send out a search squad? We're meant to travel today, let her be safe, please.I know it's selfish of someone like me to ask, but she has to be okay. Where could she possibly be??After some more fiddling, I decide to call again maybe for the sixth time tonight, this time by 1:43 am, she doesn't pick still.Fuck!I call again, I won't give up. Never.Finally, she picks up, but it's not her."Liam," A female voice slurs from the phone."Who is this?" I ask, trying my best to be calm."Me silly! Odette, duh," She giggles.Odette? Huh?"Where's Emma?""Right here, she's like so wasted, you have to come get her ASAP," she says.Fuck, I hope she hasn't attracted some trouble with this behavior tonight.I sigh, grabbing my keys, and jac
I feel like shit.My head is spinning, I feel sick and I have little recollection of last night.Well shit, I need to drink something, for this hell of a hangover.I manage to get up, holding my head from the throbbing ache, and then to the bathroom. Well, I smell like shit and puke.Oh my God, did I puke…on him last night? Fuck, this is so embarrassing.I get flashes of last night, just how many tequila shots did we have again? Yes, Liam came to pick me up last night, I remember him lifting me…Wait a minute, what about the girls? Did they get home safe?I rush to get my phone and dial Odette, she picks up after the second ring."Hey," I manage to say, my head killing me. "Did you all get home safe?""Ugh, I feel like shit," she groans."Same. Plus, I can't remember shit," I slide to the bathroom floor."Well, uh, Antonio came to get Gia and Natasha, not long after Liam arrived. He dropped me home."I sigh in relief, "Okay, great. Call you later?""Yup, bye love."I end the call, rel