That was how Mauro greeted her, and Lovely pulled the phone back from her ear, about to turn it off, because she refused to let him ruin this day.But, having called her a fool, Mauro then asked her a question.‘What the hell are you doing with Raul?’ Mauro asked.‘That’s not your concern.’He’d never told her his surname, though she had seen it on the business card he had given her.More concerning was how Mauro had known. But, unasked, he told her. ‘There are pictures of the two of you all over the Net.’‘Us?’‘Have you any idea of the fire you’re playing with? He’s using you, Lovely.’That much she knew wasn’t true.Lovely Rivero looked at the statue he had bought her, the most beautiful gift ever given, and she recalled not just Raul’s touch but how even without words he made her feel good about herself.Even if their time was to be fleeting, for once in her life someone had truly liked her.That was the real gift.‘He isn’t using me,’ Lovely sneered, utterly confident in that sta
Lovely stood there for a moment. It was hard making a dignified exit when you didn’t know the way out.Is there a street entrance?’ Lovely asked, and watched as he barely glanced up from his phone.‘Yep.’Raul opened the box of pastries and selected one, took a bite as he got back to his phone.Lovely could find it herself. ‘You can see yourself out.’XXXAll roads led to Rome.But today Raul hoped that Rome would lead him to Lovely.Raul could not get her out of his mind.Disquiet gnawed and unfinished business reared up and he simply could not let it go.Summer was gone.As he walked past the café where they had shared breakfast Raul looked up to the dark clouds above and it looked as if the sky had been hung too low.It had felt like that since Lovely had gone.Autumn had arrived, and usually it was Raul’s favorite time of the year.Not this one.He missed her, and Raul had never missed anyone, and he just could not shake off the feeling.It was something he could not define.Even
It would be churlish to stand, Raul knew, when he was here for a favor, so as Bastiano moved behind his desk Raul sat at the other side.‘There is something I need from you,’ Raul said. ‘I would have preferred not to just land on you, but you refused to take my calls.’Bastiano didn’t say anything, but Raul saw the smile of triumph that he attempted to contain. Of course he would not take Raul’s calls—he would far prefer to witness him beg.‘I didn’t return your calls because I don’t think I can help you, Raul,’ Bastiano answered, and his manicured hand gestured to some papers on the desk before him. ‘Abdullah said you have been trying to reach him. I know how badly you wanted the hotel, but a deal has been reached—the contracts are awaiting my signature.’Bastiano thought he was here about the Grande Lucia, Raul realized.But then why wouldn’t he think that?A few weeks ago that had been all that had mattered to Raul—acquisitions, pipping Bastiano to the post and amassing the biggest
She was in a holding pattern now of her own making.Awaiting his response.Once home, Lovely had replaced the statue by her bed.She had decided that it was not for sale.Some things were more important.For now.She did not want to be like her mother, holding on to a castle she could not afford to keep, but she was not going to rush into selling it.Lovely checked her phone for the hundredth time, but of course it hadn’t rung.So she checked her email to see if anyone had responded to her many job applications.She’d had one interview at a museum, but there were four other applicants—no doubt all with qualifications.And she had an interview next week to work at one of their rival wedding venues.Joy.Not.The pregnancy would start to show soon.Who would want to take her on then?Lovely opened a window and leant out and looked over the land her mother’s family had owned for ever.The hills to the left and the fields to the right had been sold off some time ago, but if she looked ahe
He looked down at her hand and shook it off, because even minimal contact he could not keep to for long.‘Then go and pack,’ Raul told her. ‘If you’re not ready in five minutes we leave it to the professionals to sort out.’She packed—though five minutes didn’t give her much time especially when she wasted two of them by sitting on her bed and wondering what she should do.She could not bear to go back to Venice.Yet Lovely knew she had to.Somehow she had to get past the raw hurt and sort out the future of their child.He had hurt her so deeply, though.And he didn’t even know.Just like the jagged wound that ran down Raul’s back, just like the savage scar on Bastiano’s cheek, her pain ran deep.She had been used for revenge.It was a wound that could never properly heal.And yet Lovely knew she had to be adult and somehow work out terms with this difficult and complex man.There was the baby to focus on, and she would not be weakened by his undeniably seductive charms. The sexual en
Raul heard the resignation in her voice and loathed it.They had ended up fighting, and he knew he tended to win fights.‘I think perhaps we should do this through lawyers,’ Raul admitted.He didn’t want to fight Lovely. He just wanted the details sorted. He would leave it to them and then sign.‘Raul, I can’t afford a lawyer.’It was a very difficult admission for someone like Lovely to make.But he just sat there and leant back in his chair, and wondered just who she took him for.‘We both know that’s not true.’‘Seriously, Raul. I know I live in a castle...’‘Lovely,’ he told her as he sat there, and let her know himself how to nail him to the wall. ‘Call a lawyer—the best you can find—and tell him my surname.’‘I can’t afford to.’‘Try it,’ he said. ‘Tell them whose baby you’re having and I guarantee they won’t give a damn as to the current state of your finances. They’ll probably offer to hold your hand in the delivery room.’She stood.‘For their cut, of course,’ Raul added.He
Usually, of course, his parcels and such were left for others to deal with.Not on this occasion.This was beyond personal, Raul thought as he looked at the ring.It was like holding a ghost—and one he didn’t even know.Bastiano was an orphan.Had this been his mother’s ring?What the hell had his mother been doing, taking such a ring from a teenager?A kid, really.They had been children then.Sure, they had thought they were adults, but what the hell...?His mind leapt to the defense of the seventeen-year-old Lovely.He was furious at how she’d been treated by adults who should have known better.And now he sat trying to do the hardest thing in his life—afford Bastiano the same feelings.‘Raul!’This time it wasn’t Allona.Instead a very pale Lovely stood in the doorway, in short pajamas.He could see all the tiny changes in her. Her hips were rounder, her breasts fuller, but he wasn’t really noticing them in reference to her being pregnant.Her hips were round and her breasts were
She could not deal with Raul with her head.One tryst and she craved more—one more night in his bed and she would be putty.And she was scared to try to forgive him.Lovely was scared of his lies—in that he was the master.‘Come to bed.’She knew he meant his.‘Come on.’And it scared her, not that she would take his crumbs...But that she did.XXXWrapped in a sheet on Lovely’s command, so as not to scare Loretta, they headed down the mirrored hall.‘She won’t be here,’ Raul said as they shuffled along with him holding the statue.‘Well, I’m not walking naked through your house.’‘Our house.’Lovely ignored that. Instead she asked about Loretta.‘How come she works for you?’‘Because she was always good to me, and when my father died I knew she would be without work.’‘So you do have friends?’‘I guess.’They were at his bedroom—back to where she had promised never to be.It was even more beautiful the second time around.‘It’s so gorgeous.’‘It’s your room now.’He saw her shoulders
Apollo stands up and pulls me into a hug, speaking softly into my ear. “Ellen, I love you. I know that if I don’t try to make amends and ask you to spend your life with me, I’ll forever regret that. So I’m asking you - and if the answer is no, I deserve that for how much I’ve hurt you. But will you marry me?”I pull back to look him in the eyes, worried he’s joking or messing with me or that this is some kind of prank. But he looks serious and genuine and maybe a little bit afraid.Standing in my apartment surrounded by flowers, I realize that the man that I love just asked me to marry him.I glance down at the ring.He continues speaking. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to be with you until my last heartbeat, my last breath. You make me happy.”Emotions crash over me, disbelief, excitement, joy, fear, and overwhelmingly, love. I love this man, and I want to spend forever with him. Not because of the firm, or because of the flowers. B
I press the call button and let them know he’s awake and feeling some pain. They assure us they’ll be right in and I thank them.Dad, however, has already gone back to trying to figure things out. “An outside lawyer, huh? What are you up to?” he muses under his breath, correctly assuming I’m not about to tell him my secrets.There’s no way he’ll guess what I have planned. It’s so elegant, simple, and perfect. I know how I’m going to win Ellen back - if she’ll have me. I know there’s a possibility that I screwed things up beyond repair, but I’m going to hope for the best. And heck, this plan might just win her back even if she hates me now.I decide to toss my dad a bone. “I’m going to fire her.”He lifts his head, looking at me like I've lost my mind. And maybe I have. “I don't think making her hate you is the way to win her heart.”I can only hope that my gamble pays off exactly how I hope it will, and I lift a shoulder at my father. “I guess we'll see what happens, huh?”XXXEllen d
What do I have to lose by telling him the truth? Then again, I kind of just want to have fun and forget about everything. I lean in close to the guy. “Actually, I'm totally on the run from the cops right now.” I press my finger to my lips and he laughs.“Cute and funny, you’re dangerous. I’m Jack Xander.” He offers his hand and I shake.“Ellen.”“Cute name. What do you do for a living, Ellen?”“Why, you looking for a sugar momma?” I ask.He laughs again. “No, it just seems like a good icebreaker.”“I am... a librarian.” If the guy doesn't get the reference, he's not the guy for me.“I love that,” he says. “Have you come here before?”I shake my head no.“Do you want to dance?”A glance at him and hesitate. I don't want to dance. But I don't really want to talk either. “I think I've had a couple too many for that,” I say instead.“And you’re honest. Triple threat lady.” He gestures at me with his cup as if saying cheers and I try not to be bored. There’s nothing about this guy that mak
Ellen de Luna POVI can barely draw a breath.How could he just end things and worse, end them through an impersonal text?It's been several days since he dumped me, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces of my emotions and broken heart.He hasn't come back to work yet, but I assume that he has been talking to other people about his plans. But I'm not the one that's in the loop anymore, and that kills me. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder why he chose now, of all times, to break up with me.Did Steven get to him? Or did he tell his dad about us, only for his dad to tell him he’s making a huge mistake? The last option is the most probable.I should have prepared better for this. Instead, I feel absolutely blindsided. The timing just doesn't make sense - his dad must be the reason. But I can’t imagine why Raul Soriano wouldn’t want us together. Would the man really make work a priority over his son’s happiness? And if Raul knows, why wasn’t I fired?There are so many questions that ke
No matter how I look at the situation, every outcome seems like some kind of disaster.Katie clearly doesn't see things the same way. “So what? You're both adults. You're both single. Other people need to mind their own business.”That's not the way any of this works. “It's not that simple, Katie. It's never that simple. There are consequences to everything, and I don't want to risk losing him or my job or my self-respect.”“I know,” she says, a false smile on her lips as she watches people go about their strolls in the sunshine. “It’s not fair, is it?”Nope.“You shouldn’t let fear hold you back. When you get one chance at life, don't do things that you'll regret.” I know she's right, but the thing she doesn't seem to see is that I'm not sure which decision will lead to the least regret. I’m going to have regrets no matter what I do.“Are you settling in well to your new office?” I ask, needing to change the subject away from myself in Apollo.Her animated expression tells me everyth
I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our careers, our reputations, even our futures. But I didn't want to hurt her or let her ache without offering some warmth and safety when she needs it most. My father's words ring in my ears. Life is too short to waste on regrets. I should follow my heart and be happy. I should find love and hold on tight.He is right; life is too short. And what I feel for Ellen is deeper than anything I’ve felt for a woman before. Deeper than what I felt for my ex, even, who’d I’d forgotten about until this moment. Ellen had touched a place deep within me that I thought would be sealed off from people for good after the betrayal I’d suffered.And I make a decision. I stand here, patting her shoulder awkwardly, trying to act casual. Then I wrap my arms around her. I hug her tight, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat while whispering in her ear that I’m sorry for what happened and that I'm glad she's okay. I tell her that she's strong and that St
Ellen de Luna POVI'm sitting at my desk working on a case, when I hear a knock on the door. I assume it’s Apollo, though a second later I wonder why he’d knock.It’s not Apollo. When I look up, I see a delivery man holding a large bouquet of beautiful flowers; white Chrysanthemums with pops of color from pink and purple daisies.The delivery man flashes a handsome grin and asks me if I'm Ellen. I nod, and he walks over to place the flowers on my desk. “These are for you,” he says before leaving the room as quickly as he came.I'm surprised - and curious. Who would have sent me the flowers? I mean, Steven thinks red roses are literally the only kind of flower in existence, so he’s out.As I study the flowers, I'm impressed. They're beautiful, colorful, and smell delightful. I also have to give kudos to the flower company - the flowers are fresh, elegant, and cheerful.Suddenly, I know how to tell who sent these to me. I search for a card and find one. The small, white card simply read
“I meant what I said.” Apollo sounds confident as he doubles down. “No one's going to believe a word that comes out of his mouth after what happened in our office. Besides, how is he going to come tell anyone at our office if he's not welcome in the building? Security is going to see him at the door and escort him off the premises, and if he continues trying, he'll get slapped with trespassing charges.”The thought of Steven running to tattle on us at our jobs and getting charged with trespassing brings a smile to my lips.“Are we being stupid?” I ask, wondering what he’ll say to my concerns.“I don’t think so. Do you? If we let Steven dictate what we can and can’t do, that seems more stupid.” He lets out a soft chuckle and I couldn't agree more.“You’re right,” I say, letting the breath out of my lungs slowly. With it goes some of the stress and tension I’ve been struggling with. He’s so reassuring, and I’m grateful for this conversation.“Look, I like you. A lot. I don’t want Steven
Two hours later, I watch her walk into the park where I’d asked her to meet me. Her gaze meets mine and a smile brightens her face as she walks my direction. She reaches my side. I take her hand and lead her toward the little ice cream cart that I'd spied earlier. I know this particular vendor often hangs out near the park. “Ice cream?” I ask.“I love pistachio,” she says, and I signal for two cones as the vendor serves us up. The weather is warm and the sun peeks from behind intermittent clouds as we take our cones and go for a walk amongst the beautiful trees and plants.“You like pistachio, too?” she asks.“I’ve never had it and wanted to try,” I say honestly. The thought of a nut-flavored ice cream always steered me away but as I try the light green treat, I’m pleasantly surprised.“And what do you think?” she asks, angling her body toward me as we walk.“I think I have a new favorite ice cream flavor,” I respond.She laughs. “Okay, now honestly.”“Honestly,” I say, smiling at he