Hope.
This was the second night here and I still felt like a stranger. Damian had not yet returned since the previous night. I should be happy but some part of me resented him even more.
I watched as Alba unpacked the bags that came in today, arranging my clothes, color coordinating them.
"I noticed Damian's clothes are not there." i said it more of a statement than question. I didn’t even realize I had been loud enough.
"That's because this is your room, his room is the next door." She said.
I got up and slowly walked to the closet looking around.
"Oh, I just assumed we were going to share a room." my voice came out disspointed more than I intended it to be.
"He said you needed your own space.i assumed he had talked to you aboutit."
"No he didn't." i said looking around the closet and all my clothes were neatly arranged and there were other new stuff I could not recognize, before I could ask, as if sensing Alba spoke up.
“Your husband bought those for you; he said you would like them.” She said before she brought a gown, a red dress and laid it on the table, “he said you should wear this tonight.”
I examined the gown; it was a beautiful red dress and seemed to be exactly my size, “what’s tonight?” I asked touching the soft fabric of the neatly laid out dress.
“His father is handing the company to him, there would be a ceremony and it will be filled with all the most important business men in newyork.” Alba said almost proudly. I could see her smiling.
“How long have you worked for the Spears family?” I asked her walking to the shoe section.
“Since he was little, I was his nanny.” Alba said again smiling, there was a moment of silence for a while and then she spoke up again, “such a good boy, he was always my favorite, so kind unlike his younger brother.”
I laughed out sarcastically when I heard kind, kind is not a word you use to describe Damian spears, Alba looked at me and her expression changed and I immediately stopped laughing.
“He is a good man, Hope. He has been through a lot and he may seem like his father and brother but he is nothing like them, he spent all his life trying not to be like them. He cares about you, you know.” She said it more of a question than a statement.
I chose to ignore it, instead I picked a pair of red bottoms and laid them next to the dress, “didn’t you ever want to leave them, the Spears family I mean.” I said walking back to the pulse section.
“I wanted to leave, but I made a promise to madam to look out for them, they needed me so I stayed and when they were older enough I tried to leave but Damian hired me to manage his house.”
“Who is madam?” I said and immediately realized I was asking too many questions when I felt her tense up.
“We never talk about her, am sorry i have said too much. I have to go now and start on dinner.” Alba suddenly said and left without saying another word.
I picked up the dress again and walked with it to the mirror holding it up against my body. It was a beautiful dress.
“Are you settling in okay?” I heard his voice from the doorway and quickly turned around and there he was leaning by the door in a pair of grey sweats and loosely hanging white tshirt. The man looked good in anything, he could be wearing rags and he would still look sexy. He also had the ability to creep up on anyone without noticing.
“I don’t need you buying me clothes, I can buy my own clothes and shoes Damian.” I said walking back to the bed putting the dress down.
“I know you can, but I wanted to buy that particular dress for you. You will look stunning in it.” He said matter of factly, “did alba tell you about the gala tonight, I will be introducing you to the world for the first time as my wife.”
“Oooh, you don’t say. So you are finally ready to give up your bachelor title for me? How sweet of you my darling husband.” I said teasing and mocking him and he smiled at me. The first real smile I have ever seen from him. He had a beautiful smile; he should smile more, but just like how it had appeared unexpectedly it disappeared.
He studied me for a while and his whole physique changed, he seemed dull now. I thought he was going to walk away but he walked towards me making me nervous, he didn't stop until our bodies were basically touching, “We all have our parts to play in this game Hope, am just playing mine.” He said before taking a strand of hair from my face, his touch no matter how little felt like electricity against my skin that sent Shockwave to my entire body. He then leaned in and kissed me on the forehead before he walked away with his hands in his pockets leaving me standing there.
I sat back down on the bed and took out my phone and dialed my sisters number, she had given me her new number at the airport. Okay not given me, I had found a crumpled piece of paper inside my jacket pocket. Her number was scribbled there, she must have dropped it there when she hugged me. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hello,hello,hellooooo" I heard her voice.
I couldn’t bring myself to say anything so instead I just hang up and lay backwards and cried myself to sleep. I was all alone; I had no friends no family. This was no way to live I thought as sleep carried me off.
The doorman said. I don’t think it was the same one that had been here when I’d skulked out on Saturday morning…thank God. “Good afternoon,” I told him. “I was hoping that you could call up to Mr. Romo Romalatti’s penthouse and let him know that Alana is here to see him.” “Yes Miss, I can do that. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with you.” I took a seat on one of the plush, off-white couches in the lobby. They were arranged around pretty glass tables with expensive looking vases full of flowers. I sat there and watched all the designer clothing clad people bustle back and forth while I waited. Suspiciously, I wondered how many of them were linked to the mob. “Miss?” The doorman brought me back to reality. “Yes?” “Mr. Romalatti asked me to send you up. He said that he’s in a meeting in the conference room next door but you should make yourself comfortable in the suite.” “Okay, thank you so much.” The doorman put me in an elevator that he said
He was a passive-aggressive son of a bitch. Shooting someone in the eyes meant, “I’m watching you,” in our world. I honestly had no idea who it could be that wanted to send me a message so desperately that they would kill my best friend to do it. “Sit down, Sammie.” Tony told me. I took a seat at the table with the others and Tony said, “Does anyone know of any beefs against us?” Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that. The Christopher he spoke so disdainfully of was the son of Carmine Gambino. Carmine ha
129. I wanted to punch him for calling me sweetheart. What was with all of these suddenly over-familiar men? I picked up the photo and underneath it was another…it was one of Sammie and I walking arm in arm into the Glass Towers. It was stamped with Friday night’s date. The elevator Nate and I were riding in stopped and the doors slid open on my floor. I felt like my heels were glued down and I couldn’t move. To my horror, Nate had to take me by the arm and lead me out of the elevator. I think I was in some kind of mini-shock state. I found myself standing in the hallway, still gaping at the photos in my hand. Feeling sick to my stomach, I picked up the next photo and the last one was the best. It was a photo of me in Friday night’s clothes and a flagrant case of bed-head, getting into the back seat of Sammie’s limousine. The photo was clearly stamped with Saturday morning’s date. “What—Where---Why are you having Sammie followed?” I finally spit out.
128. After about an hour of that, I made myself a pot of coffee…it was going to be a long day. It had been three days since Alana had walked out. I had made a grave mistake by allowing myself the pleasure of making love to her when she was too drunk to have the capacity to consent. I truly hadn’t meant for that to happen. I tried to tell myself that I was beyond the point of rational thought as well, but truthfully I wasn’t drunk, at least not from the alcohol. I was intoxicated by her. I’d been researching her and watching her for so long…every fantasy I’d had for the past year had been wrapped up in Alana. I had just completely lost my mind the moment I was actually allowed to touch her. The fact that she was allowing me to, and even encouraging it had really sent me over the edge. It was wrong though…I was wrong. I knew from the time I’d spent watching her that she wasn’t a big drinker, and she definitely didn’t sleep around. I should have had more respec
127. Sammie had stood there looking at me after I’d pulled back. I remember that he had this really sexy grin on his face and instead of being angry, I was turned on. I had smiled back….I think and then I’d put my hands around his neck again and pulled myself back up to continue the kiss. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and that time he sucked on it. It was erotic. His hands were all over me and as I washed my body and slid my palms along my sides and across my breasts I shuddered at the memory. We started stripping each other at that point, a little at a time while we kissed. I could feel his erection pressed up against my hip and I remember that when I moaned he had whispered in my ear so close that I felt his hot breath: “Just you wait, Bella. I’m going to make sure that it’s the best you ever had.” The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against my ear sent me into another frenzy. In the shower, my hand drifte
126. “We would act as a couple so that no one wondered about my meetings with a reporter, and we could avoid the fear of getting caught if we tried to sneak around and communicate secretly. You could also be a part of “family” events and get to see and know the people that we’ll be “talking” about first hand. This won’t be a week-long process, Bella. This organization was hundreds of years in the making. It’ll take years to break it open.” I was glad I had finished my meal already…I would have choked on it. Years? This guy was nuts if he thought I would agree to be his fake fiancé for years. I stood up and picked up my purse. Sammie stood up as well. For a second, remembering where I was and who I was with, a dagger of fear stabbed me in my chest. He must have seen it on my face because he stepped to the side, clearing my path to the door. He wasn’t going to force me to do this. I was ashamed of myself for putting myself in a position where t