• Florence, Italy • ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "Grand Luxoria," I mumbled the words to myself as my bodyguards led me inside the spacious, floral-scented lobby. Similar to the canopy design by the front entrance, the golden embossed letters above the front desk flaunted the name of our family's second biggest hotel. The mostly black and gold-accented lobby furniture and decor must be worth at least two hundred grand. Two years ago, our hotel chain was on the verge of declaring bankruptcy. But this one didn't seem to be running with only its skeletal workforce left on the payroll. The reception area looked polished and elegant, matching the marble columns and shiny floor. "Buonasera, Signore." [Good evening, Sir.] The uniformed staff on night shift looked smart and poised, welcoming us with big smiles. "Hi." I faked a smile for them when Alessio gave them a slight nod. "Maxim Falco. Here to see Ms. Sutcliffe." "Ah. Yes. Ms. Sutcliffe is in the Finance Office on the third floor, Signore."
◇ MYKAELA ◇ "Get cash. Buy some food. Go home." Standing beside my closet, I took off the bath towel and hung it by the hamper. My hair dripped on my shoulders and back as I put on underwear, a pair of white Brazilian briefs and a strappy sports bra. After staring at my meager wardrobe for too long, I chose an old cotton sundress that didn't cover my arms and half of my legs. It would have to do. Laundry day got postponed again due to some additional schoolwork and the in-training assessment. Just a few errands. Then I'd be back in here, alone and basking in my privacy while I cooked myself a simple dinner. The drive to the store and the late afternoon traffic shouldn't eat up three hours. Unless something came up. Something that would mess up my entire to-do list. Pretty sure Enzo wasn't coming over tonight. I'd been waiting all day for him to contact me. But my phone's recent logs showed no new calls from him. Without bothering to put on lipstick, I combed my damp hair, then gra
• Florence, Italy • ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆"I want to live here. For good."Why? Why Italy? Did she feel unsafe in England? Or just unhappy? I stared into her eyes, my legs touching hers as her back leaned against the wall. Her laptop screen behind me looked dimmer now. "Here?" In Florence? "Why?" "I don't wanna go back to Rome," Adreana murmured, her fingers touching mine. "Or London. Bristol's out of the question.""Can I ask why?""Tsk. I don't want to talk about it," she mumbled, shaking her head lightly. She made a face and stopped touching me. "I'm sorry.""Okay. No need to apologize.""I just can't. It's...complicated.""How can I help?"Adreana squinted, her frown making her lips pout. "Help with what?""You moving here.""No. I... You don't have to. Your mum giving me a new job is more than enough help.""You really need this job?"Adreana looked away, her nods almost too faint."Why?" I stroked the side of her face and kept my voice hushed. Gentle. Calming. I wanted her to open u
◆ LORENZIO ◆ We were just talking. Having a friendly chat. Just catching up. Enjoying our privacy back in her flat. Alone in her bedroom. I didn't expect we'd end up arguing once again or keep bickering an hour later—certainly not how I envisioned my evening as I hopped off of that midday flight straight from Florence to JFK airport. Perhaps because I offered my house, after I saw the safety and construction issues at her place. Or because I said that her family might prefer to see us get married first before she moved in with me. Whichever the case, it forced my brain to circle back to the toxic spiral of jealousy-fueled thoughts—images of her keeping in touch with Maximiliano, and him convincing her to not get into a serious relationship with me. Because it would make sense and explain a lot. Why else would the thought of moving into my house seem so ridiculous to her? And why else would she think I met up with Olivia in Florence? "Only till you find a new flat. Somewhe
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "Need me to go now?" I stared at the half-naked woman lying on top of me. As I stroked her face, her breathing and movements turned lethargic. I should leave now. I'd already claimed much of her free time tonight, and we both had work to do first thing. Cheeks still flushed, Adreana weakly shook her head while parts of her body mildly shuddered. She nestled her face against my neck. The smooth skin of her naked back glistened under the dimmed lights. Another proof that we should call it a night. Contrary to what she likely thought of me, I'd never force her to sleep with me. Not my style. I could be an incredibly selfish asshole sometimes. But with her, I mostly felt capable of keeping that side of me on a tight leash. Especially now that she needed a real friend. A confidant. Someone mature and reliable. Someone she could fully trust with her secrets and problems. She might not admit it, but clearly she felt alone in this country. Perhaps even lonelier than me. "I'
◆ LORENZIO ◆ The skies just dimmed above us. I didn't budge. I didn't want to blow a fuse in public or in front of her, so I acted like her words didn't affect me. The truth was: my entire head felt like it was swelling and flaming red. Her teary eyes and wavering voice already made me feel like I might combust. But I knew she'd rather hide in the car than cry in front of me. Next to the driver's side, we stood in silence until the discomfort ate up all of my resolve. Wait. So it's all my fault? It was my fault that she felt jealous of my ex? I frowned and stopped touching her small face. I took a step backwards, then another, until my back hit the driver's window. "Because I can't keep hanging out with you without constantly reminding myself not to take you to bed and make you forget he exists." Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but only for a second or two. What really made her think I would sleep with her and then hook up with my ex the next day? Did she usua
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ My desperate mother was at it again. If my father hadn't pushed her into the world of corporate finance, matchmaking could've been her full-time job. Her first prospect two years ago was Kel. Obviously that didn't work out. Now it was Adreana caught in her crosshairs. Mamma was both subtle and overtly intrusive whenever she tried teasing us to reveal our "relationship status". And my date, being the textbook people-pleaser that she was, could only smile, laugh, and reluctantly agree to everything my mother threw into their discussion. I sat inches away from Adreana, my bare foot touching her shoes under the table. For the past two hours, I tried to actively participate in their conversations, but only when they needed me to answer a question or give an opinion on something Luxoria-related, and whenever Adreana would ask about my past life in Brichese. At some point, my brain refused to tolerate another round of chit-chats. So I excused myself ten minutes ago to do
◇ MYKAELA ◇ I couldn't say it back. Like a true coward, I practically froze after his confession. But I didn't run off. I stayed put beside him. Antsy. Waiting. Trying my best to look calm. Quietly reminding myself to stop fidgeting in his passenger seat like my butt was on fire. Still reeling from the shock, I kept my answers casual and clipped whenever Enzo asked me something. Merely looking him in the eye challenged my composure. I just couldn't pretend as though everything was back to normal. As if we didn't just argue, kiss and make up, and then bicker nonstop again. In public, too. It had only been an hour after our fight. Our very first fight? With the paper bag full of food heating up my lap, I slouched in the passenger seat as he drove us away from the Asian restaurant where he and Lele just bought takeout food. Our dinner. Thankfully he didn't insist on taking me to another fancy place. Enzo let me win this time. Tonight, we'd be having dinner alone in my own dining room