Enzo stared into the blue coldness of Gypsy's eyes, his heart thumping inside his chest. After what felt like forever but was merely seconds, the dark look in her eyes began to lighten. Nothing too bright, but it rescued his racing heart and filled his chest with a warm assurance that her resistance was gone or on the way to being annihilated.She didn't say anything as she looked away from him to carry the sauce pan off the stove, but her silence told him that she was willing to try, which was a win for him, especially when she looked at him and asked,“Will you join us for breakfast?”A thrill went through him, and Enzo had to remind his body not to react so foolishly. She was only doing this for their daughter's sake.Why else would she do it? A voice in his voice taunted. Enzo grimaced.Breakfast was awkward to say the least, mostly because while Enzo and their daughter conversed a lot, Gypsy only spoke when their daughter tried to involve her in the conversation which wasn't ver
A lump of nervousness rose up Gypsy's throat as she took in the betrayal burning in David's eyes. She swallowed it down, wondering what was going through his head.“Enzo was here.” She finally answered.David shook his head, his nostrils flaring. “And you let him stay? You even let him okay with Dawn!”“He showed up unexpected very early in the morning and he wouldn't leave. And Dawn was so happy with him I had no choice but to let him stay for a while." Gypsy explained, hoping he would understand.“For a while, huh?” David scoffed. “How long was he here for? Was that why you refused to pick my calls?”“No! Of course not.” Gypsy answered, getting desperate by the second. “I genuinely didn't even hear my phone ringing, I swear.”David barely nodded, suspicion holding his usually bright eyes. “And when did he leave.”“A few minutes ago.” An incredulous look took over David's expression. “He came here early in the morning and he just left a few minutes ago? You let him stay for hours, G
“You're making the right choice, Gypsy."Gypsy nodded as the woman stroked her arm gently and finally left, cradling her trophy. It was a baby: Gypsy's baby. She'd just given her two-week-old baby up for adoption. She'd had no choice. She was just an eighteen-year-old high school graduate with no job who'd run away from home and slept under bridges and near trash cans. It was no life for a newborn. Not to talk about the fact that every time she looked at the boy, it reminded her of why he was here in the first place: the rape which had destroyed her life. There hadn't been any formalities or signing of papers. The child was just two weeks old. The couple were rich and were going to register the kid as their own. This is the best decision I could've made. Gypsy forced herself to believe that, but as she walked away, she couldn't explain the gaping emptiness that'd settled within her chest.*******“You've got to be kidding me."“You can't be serious."The man and the woman said at
GYPSY'S POVFIVE YEARS LATERI walk out of my real-job boss's office with a big grin on my face. Apparently, ever since I started working here three months ago, the customers and the sales have picked up considerably. Well good. I use a combination of effectiveness and lots of flirting. But I always make sure all the guys I flirt with are aware I'm only messing and don't mean anything when I flirt. That's why I don't tolerate wandering hands.I do the last cleanup and open up the bar. I put on some soft music, moving my body to the tune as I wipe glass mouths. People start to troop in gradually until the place is full.As usual, I serve and flirt and wheedle people to buy more. It's like all the guys are trying their best to catch my attention. I've made them aware I'm unavailable so I guess this is like a competition for them.But this is not the only job I do. During the day, I'm a house help for an old woman who's too stingy to give me anything substantial, the reason I decided t
GYPSY'S POVBy the time I get home, I feel like I'm going to burst from all the rage running through my system. But as soon as I enter my room and my eyes fall on Zeke, all my anger evaporates.My son. My angel. Strolling over to the bed, I stroke his hair gently. He's asleep, his pouted lips slightly opened. He really does look like an angel. Leaning down, I kiss him on the lips. My actions stir him awake."Mummy," He says sleepily."Hello, Zeke, my darling." I croon, kissing him on the cheek."You said you would come to read me a story." His eyes are closed as he says this.My heart squeezes. "I'm sorry, Zeke. Next time.”"Hmm." He murmurs, then his breathing returns to a deep, even rhythm like before as he goes back to sleep.Then there's a loud knock on my door. I stiffen, glaring at it like whoever is on the other side will see it. It's obviously one of Falcon's men.“The boss wants everyone in the dungeon. Now.” My heart skips a beat. What is that twisted fuck planning to do n
GYPSY'S POVMr. Forestry levels me a cool look that's enough to freeze hell. “I think you mean, Mr. Russo. Now if you're done checking me out, let's get down to business.”What? Okay, does he not remember me or what? I was expecting him to go boom and be like 'get the fuck out of my office you bitch!’He doesn't remember me. I do an internal jump and force myself not to scream with excitement.“Are you ready to work for me, Miss Mathews?” Mr. Forestry asks, giving me an assessing look.“Very much, Sir.”“What makes you think you deserve this job?”The question takes me off guard. I thought I was hired. Aren't we past this stage?“Mr. Russo, I really need this job. It's...”“I don't remember us putting up 'dummies for hire', Miss Mathews. I asked you why you think you deserve this job. I didn't ask you to beg for it like a desperate bitch.”I flinch at the bite in his tone. Jeez, what's his problem? Is he only pretending not to remember me? Or is he always such an asshole.Of course. N
GYPSY'S POVI hold my breath as I enter the foyer of Russo Enterprises the next morning. Letting it go in a deep exhalation, I step out and begin to cross the reception.As I pass my coworkers, I get looks depicting varying degrees of surprise, pity...and disgust.The last one makes me wince internally even with my head held high. Obviously, none of them expected me to come back after the humiliation Mr. Forestry put me through yesterday.But they don't need a job as much as I do. It was a miracle that I got this job in the first place, and I'm not going to back down simply because my boss is a douchebag.I'm going to make sure to win him over. To impress him until he even starts giving me time breaks to spend with my son.At the moment, Zeke is in his best friend, Purab's house. The mother of Purab, Mrs Mehra, adores Zeke, and when I told her about my predicament and my job, she offered to babysit Zeke for me free of charge since she's a housewife.She's such a kindhearted woman.Aft
ENZO'S POVThe whole world freezes when Gypsy suddenly lands on the floor with a loud thud at my office door. So do I, until reality slaps me in the face three seconds later. I jolt out of my desk and run to her side."Gypsy?" I cradle her cheek in my palm, then say in serious voice. "This isn't funny. If you think pretending to faint is gonna make me less strict on you, then you're insane."I wait for her eyes to open and yet nothing happens. Panic puts me right in a wringer as I hold her upper body up and place it on my thighs."What the fuck! Gypsy wake the hell up. This isn't funny. Gypsy?"Damnit.Crouching, I sweep her up into my arms bridal style and hurriedly make my way to the elevator. Getting her into my car, I drive like a lunatic. Fuck any police who tries to stop me for speeding. If something happens to Gypsy...Fuck I can't even entertain the thought of something happening to her. When we get to the hospital. I look for a spot to park.After parking, I get out, move to