*—Timothy—*
Timothy looked at the woman lying across from him. She was beautiful in a different way. She had a sparkle in her gaze that had coaxed him ever since he saw her in the coffee shop that morning, her hair such a dark shade just made him conjure up a thousand sexual positions where her black hair fell over them, surrounded, sweaty, wet, it was so exciting to think about, he didn’t want to think about what it would be like to make it happen. The girl was practically a mystery to him, he didn’t know her at all, and his bruised male ego screamed at him that he didn’t want to know her either.
That happened when someone broke our personal and sentimental barriers. There was no longer a single moment in his life where he did not think about the mess he had gotten into with Gia, he had trusted her blindly, for him she was a woman who represented him, who could share his problems and dreams. He had fallen into the net of a crone, one
A woman must have certain things clear before confessing to have committed a murder, been unfaithful, told a lie, or committed a betrayal. She simply had to find better ways to say it, and in that sense, Melody could only think that she had betrayed Timothy Giannato.While she knew absolutely nothing about him, she didn’t know if he was wise or intelligent, she didn’t know how hard he had worked to keep his company, she didn’t know if he was a bad man, if he told me that someone had done him wrong. The only thing Melody did know was that this Italian had shown up at the coffee shop, and when her eyes fell on him, the tranquility and security that she had not felt for so long, seized her. But at the same time, she felt the nerves and uneasiness, as if it was the first time a man had ever looked at her.
*Timothy*The woman was a mess, her hair was tied up in a bun that reached almost to her forehead, her eyes were a little puffy and Timothy was immediately concerned, even though she had left his apartment a little embarrassed, he didn’t think she was that affected by the fact that he had taken the audacity to take her home when she fainted.He just acted on impulse after Troy had told him she just needed to rest and get something to eat.He caught himself getting in the car and telling Clark to take them to his penthouse.It was amazing how someone trying to help another person made them feel offended and, in that case, Timothy was incredibly surprised, no one had ever refused help from him, it always had a positive ef
MelodyMelody stayed in the kitchen while she changed her mind about the coffee and poured water to make herself a chamomile tea, it was either that or just drink the hot water. The kitchen was practically empty, in the cupboard there were only a few boxes of colored cereal, which she loathed, and some canned peach juice, one of the many things that made her vomit. Lucy had again forgotten to go to the grocery store a few blocks from the apartment. Her friend could be as good as she wanted, but when it came to organization and shopping, she was awful. It wasn’t the first time she’d been to Lucy’s, only this time she’d definitely lived there, even though things weren’t exactly going well, she’d be incredibly grateful for the opportunity to let her stay at her place for a while, until she knew what to do with her baby and her life in gener
*Melody*Melody couldn’t remember the last time she felt completely relaxed since she found out she was expecting a child. She didn’t understand how she had fallen into accepting lunch with Timothy, she was getting sick just thinking about having to find something to wear to see him. Well, she did understand, she realized that she had no money, nor was the best circumstance to be expecting a child. She must have been aware that she found a way, although not quite easy, it was a valid way. She did not stop to think about the pros and cons of the situation that lay ahead. She could handle anything.He had been right to warn her to be careful to dress appropriately. Melody didn’t know how being proper meant in Timothy’s world, much less for circling fancy places, like the ones she was sure he was used to.
TimothyTimothy looked at the picture and wanted to break the head of the detective who was taking a drink of whiskey in front of him.Undoubtedly it was her, the woman who captivated him in just a few minutes, the one who stood up for every single comment he said to her. He fell into her diabolical game without realizing it, without calculating or analyzing it.Timothy vowed to himself never again to fall for any other woman, after Gia cheated on him, he fell for Melody, and she betrayed him.But he would make her regret it.He looked at the photograph again, there were more than twenty of them, the man was extreme with his work. The detective took out more than six to start with
*Melody*Melody arrived at the restaurant as she agreed with Timothy an hour before.The change of plan was good for her because it gave her time to control the nerves that were driving her crazy.A million unanswered questions were beginning to formulate in her brain.Was she really considering marrying a complete stranger?She couldn’t deny the attraction she immediately felt, she couldn’t lie, that Italian must have a magnet for women, and she was no exception. She fell round at his feet, proof of that were the two kisses they enjoyed and savored, which left her aroused all night and part of the early morning. She had wet dreams, fantasies where Timot
Melody“You’re pretty sick if you think I’m going to stay with you in this place.” she didn’t touch the glass, she had always heard about alcohol hurting babies.“Sick or not, you’re still going to marry me,” he said taking another sip of his wine. “Do you know what you want to eat?”“I haven’t even seen the menu, and I’m not really hungry anymore,” and it was true, her appetite was gone. That lunch was turning out to be fatal.“Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. You must feed yourself for the sake of your child.”“Don’t tell me what’s best for my son,” she glared angrily at hi
MelodyThree days later Melody was trying her wedding dress on in Timothy’s apartment. He had urged her to live under his roof; that way, he said, he would make sure she wouldn’t run away, escaping to avoid paying for her debt.Telling him she had no money of her own proved to be impossible. Melody cried herself to sleep that night. She couldn’t believe that something like this was happening to her.Not because in a way it didn’t suit her, she was deluding herself if she thought her son wouldn’t be better cared for under the Giannatto’s mantle and protection, just the family name alone was enough.But at what price.It pained her because she thought that Timothy, deep in his