Ciara Mendes Giovanni traced random patterns on my back with his finger while I lay on my stomach next to him in his room. We had returned not long ago from the spa after enjoying breakfast on the beach. Later, we plan to go horseback riding, followed by dinner at the hotel's restaurant. Thankfully, we had continued the interview before our date yesterday and taken the pictures early this morning, leaving the rest of the day free for ourselves without work. He confessed that this trip wasn't work-related at all; it was just a ploy to get me to join him. I was upset at first, but it didn't last long, especially since this was exactly what I needed—a vacation, however brief. All I required was a chance to breathe in fresh air for a while.“What is it, Mother?” Giovanni says into his phone. I smile at the mention of Mrs. Haynes, recalling the day I met her and how warm she had been towards me. It makes me wonder how she would react if she found out that I’m involved with h
Giovanni Haynes I walk into my mansion at 9:30 PM, hoping my mother is already asleep. Only God knows what she might say about those people who made her travel for hours just to see me—she absolutely detests traveling."Gio, honey. Finally, you're home," she calls out. I pinch the bridge of my nose and toss my key onto the coffee table in the living room."Hello, Mother," I say, hugging the woman who is dressed as if she were preparing to meet the Queen of England, despite the late hour. "What did I do to deserve the honor of your presence?""Please, Giovanni, I don't have time for your sarcasm," she replies sadly, her voice steady but urgent. "We need to talk, and it has to happen tonight; I need to get back home as soon as possible." I walk her over to the sofa and sit beside her. "What's the problem, Mother?" I ask, sensing her hesitation. "It's Stefano," she finally says, her voice trembling as the weight of the situation sinks in.My blood boils at the me
Giovanni Haynes I stood outside the hospital room for what felt like an eternity. Ciara was right; I had to try to put this behind me. What would my future look like if I continued to live in the past? For most people, it might seem too soon, but I couldn't imagine a day without Ciara, without hearing her voice or feeling her presence. If I continued to hold grudges and refused to forgive, it might drive her away. I needed to regain her trust completely, and I believed the first step in doing so was to show her that Jasmine meant nothing to me; she no longer had any hold over me.“Cousin, you have to go in there sometime,” Mateo said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Bentley stood quietly on my left, his hands in his pockets as he stared ahead."He's right, brother; it's better to just get it over with," Bentley added."Don't be a pussy. The man is dying, and after knocking that bitch up once, he only tolerated her because of their son; it's not like he can st
Ciara Mendes "I just want to let this go," I said. The model paused, her hands stilling as she applied her false lashes, turning to look at me.I lay on my bed, chatting with my best friend on a video call while she applied her makeup for an upcoming event."What are you talking about?" she asked, her brow furrowing. We had been reminiscing about our halcyon days when I decided to drop the bomb on her. A wave of apprehension washed over me as I hesitated, uncertain of how she would react."Fisher and Bridget," I finally said, feeling the weight of my words. I hesitated; Bridget hadn't been the best big sister—she had stolen my fiancé, for God's sake. But as I reflected on it, I realized I couldn't envision a happy life with Fisher either; he was just too different, too controlling, and there had been no real love between us, on either side. I was sure of it now. "Are you serious? You’re basically saying you want to forgive your stupid ex and your bitch-ass sis
Giovanni Haynes At 3:00 a.m. on Thursday morning, we received the tragic news from the hospital: Stefano Amendola had passed away. My father embraced my mother as she wept for the loss of her younger brother. I leaned against the living room wall, listening to the sounds of mourning that filled the space around us.Rayan and Luca were still sleeping, but Haylie, who had been nestled in her parents' bed, was awakened by the loud cry of my mother when the news arrived. Now, she lay in Bentley's arms, sobbing.My mother and I were supposed to visit him in the morning. She planned to bring him more clothes, and he had asked me to bring an entire box of Pop Rocks, joking that he wouldn't be able to enjoy his favorite candy once he was gone—something I found far from funny.I reflected on all the time I had wasted loathing him, all because of one wicked woman—the same woman who hadn’t even visited him once during his hospital stay. Then the image of Luca came to mind;
Ciara Mendes Standing in front of the mirror, I gaze at my reflection, questioning whether I had chosen the right outfit. I decided on a light pink long-sleeve lace-front crop blouse paired with black skinny jeans and a set of peep-toe knee-high boots. Even though my hair was already straight, I flat-ironed it to perfection. To finish my look, I put in silver hoop earrings and added a touch of gloss to my lips.I stood there, contemplating whether to change my outfit or not. I had no idea where we were going; all he had said was to dress comfortably. For me, comfortable meant a pair of sweatpants and a tube top—an outfit I would have thrown on if it weren't a date. Just then, the doorbell rang, signaling that he had arrived, leaving me no time to change. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was five minutes past five. After work, I had rushed home to shower and get ready, feeling jittery as if it were our very first date.Giovanni stood on the other side of the door, clad in a fitt
Giovanni Haynes It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since Ciara and I became official, yet it feels like our relationship is hanging by a thread—all because of one woman. The very same woman she claims is like a damn sister.A sister.I never cheated on her, but I couldn't help but compare my situation to that of her sister and ex. When I was with Eve, I felt nothing, just as I had with the other women. In fact, that woman is far more heartless and detached than I could ever be, which leads me to believe she felt nothing for me either.Eve had an even worse reputation than I did, so she probably won't even recognize me. Still, I can't let this go. I hurl a full whiskey bottle across the room in frustration. It's remarkable how much this woman has impacted my life in such a short time. Ciara is truly special, and the bond we formed makes it even harder to imagine losing her."Sir," Ms. Lambert calls, peeking her head through my office door. "What!" I snap, making her
Ciara Mendes It's hard to believe that Giovanni and I have been official for a month now. As I sit here, I find myself practically hovering over him while he sleeps. I can only imagine how creepy I must appear, but I honestly couldn't care less. He seems so at peace, looking so innocent with strands of his messy hair falling gently across his forehead.Just months ago, I thought Giovanni was the most annoying and cocky man I had ever met; I wouldn’t have given him even a minute of my time. Now, as I lean in to peck his lips softly, I can't help but try not to wake him from his peaceful slumber.My heart flutters as I feel his hand gently grasp the back of my head, pulling me closer before he presses his lips against mine. “You're weird—but in a cute way,” he whispers with his morning voice.A smile spreads across my face; I’ve seen women blush when describing a voice as sexy, but I always thought they were exaggerating—until I experienced the captivating voice of the man b