"Looks like we were destined to meet again," He smiled."It is rude to sit without invitation," She said harshly."Sorry, but I had a feeling you'd say no and I don't take no for an answer, especially when it comes to getting what I want."She raised a brow, "Your pride stinks."He shrugged, "I want to get to know you. What is prideful about that?"She stared at him. He was rich, attractive, classy, and exuded manly confidence. It wouldn't be so bad to indulge him.She relaxed and watched him over the rim of her glass."I am Antonio Galdo," He introduced, stretching his hand.*She eyed it, "I still haven't approved your intrusion."He chuckled and called on a waiter. "Do you want anything to eat or you are just here to drink?""I'll have the peppered chicken barbeque and the pasta to go with it," She answered.His lips twitched. "Same, please," He said to the waiter."Is that a flirting trick? Order the same with the lady so she thinks you are interested in her."He chuckled, "I guess
She decided then that he was worth having as an acquaintance."Your food is getting cold," She commented and picked up her fork."When will I see you again?" He asked when they had finished eating and he had paid the bills."You gave me your card, remember?" She rose."And you gave me no assurance of your visit." He rose also."I can't pass on some billionaire's money," She winked, "You'll see me when you see me."She strode out of the diner with her head held high. She, Rosetta Verona D'Armani, attracted the attention of a tycoon. Wasn't she too elegant?*Luna breathed a sigh of relief when she walked out of the station. The night had been hell. She hadn't been able to sleep a wink. All she could think of was if the stalker found Domenico's house and if they were in danger, and she panicked at even the slightest sound. Even worse, she was critically aware of the man that was sleeping in the bedroom.She got into the passenger seat of her car. Since Nico had volunteered to take care o
How far gone was he? Too far, too too far, or else he wouldn't be chasing her all over the place. He accused her of not admitting her feelings for him at the hospital but he was the real hypocrite; he was the one holding them back from crossing the friendship stage because he was scared she'd reject him. After all, she was a rich heiress, she could get any man she wanted."Quite far," He admitted, glancing at Pietro."And?"He looked at him now. "And?""And what are your intentions towards her? You didn't come with her all the way here for fun, did you?"*He blew out a breath, "I want her to be my girlfriend... first. We have never tested that terrain, never given into our attraction. Then... then I'll like to marry her if she's willing."Pietro nodded his head and he seemed to be gauging his words."But I want to get stable first," He added, holding his ground, "She is used to a good life, the best life, I don't want to give her less."Pietro smiled, "You better don't."*"What was h
"Luna?"Her eyes widened as they met with Domenico's blue ones. When did he get into the garden?Alessandro turned around. "Ah," He smiled, "Your date," He glanced at her and winked, "I'll leave you two alone."She waited until Alessandro was out of hearing range before she faced Nico "Can I help you?""I love you," He blurted out and she gasped. He closed the space between them and grabbed her by the waist, "I love you, Luna. We are not mere friends."Her heart leaped high in her chest as he slammed his lips to hers.*Her arms moved of their own accord and entangled themselves around his neck. She was high, high on love, high on happiness.They came up for air and he peppered kisses all over her face, their breathing rough and hot."What took you so long?" She breathed out, "Why did you take so long?""I'm sorry," He kissed her again and again and again until they had to pull apart for more air."I love you too, since Colland maybe."He grinned and pulled her into his arms. There wa
Rosetta did indeed believe that she could fall for Antonio Galdo but watching it happen over the weeks they spent brooding over architectural plans and planning the building structure over lunches and late-night dinners, she felt easy. How could a man, no matter how rich and handsome and well-mannered he was, just admit his attraction to her and she was head over heels for him? It was too easy, too too easy. Everything was going too smoothly, he was too good to be true. She brushed off the thought as she walked out the doors of her firm. The more she thought about him, the more she grew attracted to him. She instead filled her mind with thoughts of the cool bubble bath and the N*****x movies she planned to binge watch all night long. It was the weekend and she really wanted to spoil herself rotten. Preparations for Nico and Luna's wedding were also ongoing and she was one of the bridesmaids. She smiled, unlocking her car. There was nothing that forgiveness could not accomplish.She ha
"Rosetta...""Alright, alright, I'll let it go," She grumbled and pulled away."You are angry," He turned to her.She switched off the gas before the pancake on it could get burnt."We'll shop later, together, I promise," He said."I am not angry," She said casually, "Can we eat now?"She watched the muscles on his back flex as he took off the pancake from the pan and made coffee for them. He was a good man and he seemed too sincere for her, perhaps that was why she gave in to her want to sleep with him but there was just something... off?*Rosetta laughed at a joke Antonio made as she filled two glasses with cherry juice."That was not funny," She rolled her eyes as she handed him his glass."But you laughed," He teased, pulling her close by the waist."Antonio, we are at work," She giggled, biting her lip."I decide when we work and when we don't," He nuzzled her cheek.The door to his lunch room suddenly flew open and she jumped. He held her down. It was the guard that always stoo
Saturday mornings in Colland even in March in Italy were cold, cold enough for jogging and a great deal of sweaty exercises. Since the change, he began doing a lot of exercises than he usually did. Coming to this new town for his first year, he already had his routine planned out for the rest of the session. He would jog from his apartment to the saint Lucy’s cathedral 300 meters away from his apartment, quite close to his college, for peace and hope to begin the new coming week; then he would jog to the D’oleivre bridge from where you could see the neighboring towns and villages in the distance, for a quiet moment with his thoughts and his soul and then he would jog back to his apartment and be who he wanted to be. Domenico Pietro de Cerintti. He fitted in the keys to the door of the second floor apartment he shared with his part friend, part enemy, Bernard Marino. The door opened smoothly without the slightest noise and he stepped in, locking the door. The small cozy living room gre
He picked up his now damaged phone from the kitchen floor. The screen was badly cracked and the phone was not switching on. He swallowed down his anger. At least, he thought, he gave Marino a pretty good beating as revenge. Revenge… the word sounded sweet, familiar and foreign to him. Revenge… He rose, eyeing the shattered plate and spilled food on the floor. He walked out of the kitchen. Marino would clean it up. • A broken nose, a split on the lip and a swelling under the right eye were the injuries Marino suffered. Marino kept muttering incoherent complaint the whole minutes he spent cleaning up his minor injuries. “Of all days for you to destroy my face, its today! Today!” “What’s happening today?” he asked, crossing one leg over the other and swinging his damaged phone in his hands. “A freaking party! Fernando D’oseliotti’s freaking partito! And you dare destroy my face!” “Stop making a whole lot of noise. I could have done more, you deserve it. You smashed my phone.” H