Rebecca stopped screaming out loud but, in her mind she still was. She looked around the room wondering if she could get to the bathroom and lock the door before the man could catch her. Maybe it would be better to run out the door and across the hall to Joni’s apartment. She remembered that it was pretty late and Joni and Isaac were both most likely asleep. She eyed the man as she took deep breaths trying to think of an escape route.“Rebecca? Correct?” the man asked her calmly. She quickly whipped her head to look him directly in the eye. She nodded her head and looked him over wondering if maybe she knew him. His dual brown eyes look as unfamiliar as they looked honest. He was extremely tall; she was sure that she would remember someone as tall as him. “You don’t know me but, I know you. Or of you anyway,” he said as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and took a seat on Rebecca’s couch. She watched him but did not move or say anything. “My name is Dito. I’m here to deliver a massage fr

The next morning Joni woke up on Rebecca’s couch to pounding. She hadn't gotten drunk the night before so, she assumed it was someone at the door. “Becs!” she shouted not wanting to get up and answer the door. “It’s her apartment anyways. I’m no maid,” she mumbled to herself. The pounding was still happening at the door and Rebecca was not showing her face. Sighing Joni threw her legs over Rosalin who was laying on the other end of the couch and stomped to the door. Swinging it open she came face to face with Tobin. “Good morning, Joni,” she smiled at him and stepped to the side to let him walk in. As she started to shut the door, she noticed Vincent standing to the side talking with the man from the night before. She watched as they shook hands and the man walked to the elevator pushing the button. Turning back to look at Vincent she noticed him looking at her waiting for her to move so he could enter. “What’s going on?” Rebecca asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She lo

“I’m coming!” Rebecca shouted as the third knock came at the door. Swinging it open, she saw Tobin standing there. Sighing she crossed her arms over her chest and popped her hip out, “What?”“Can I please come in?” He pleaded with her. Rebecca rolled her eyes in annoyance but, walked away leaving the door open. Taking that as his cue he walked through and closed the door behind him. He followed her to the couch and sat on the opposite end than her. He looked her over taking in her body language. She was pissed and while he understood that he knew that she was still open to being his friend because she had let him in. “Will you let me at least explain?” He asked her wanting to confirm that she would hear him out before he started in on what he had to say.“You have five minutes,” she unfolded his arms and started picking at her fingernails. Tobin smiled she did this when she felt vulnerable. That meant that she didn’t want to lose their friendship either.“Okay listen I know that this

The next night as Rebecca got ready for work, she thought about the conversation she had with Vincent the night before. She had walked into the kitchen after Tobin left to find Vincent singing as he stirred a sauce on the stove. Standing in the doorway she just watched him from behind. “Are you going to come all the way in, maybe sit down or are you enjoying the view?” He had asked her. Shocked that he knew she was there, she moved to sit on the same barstool she had occupied the day after they had spent the night together. She watched him move around the kitchen and thought about how under different circumstances, she would have found it really sexy that he was cooking for her. “What are you making?” She asked him. She didn’t want to be rude but, small talk was not her thing. At least not when talking to a man like him. “Spaghetti. I thought I would stick with a classic most American’s like since I wasn’t sure what you would like,” he looked at her over his shoulder. Rebecca nodd

Vincent walked into his parent’s house and was greeted by his mother. “Hello, Son,” she said kissing his cheek. She wiped the lipstick print that was left behind, “Your father is in his office. Tobin and Dom are already here,” she informed him before walking off.Turning to the stairs, he took them two at a time making his way to his office. As he opened the door her heard his father, Tobin, and Domenico talking. Gio had sent him a text letting him know that he had something to do with Vanessa, his fiancé, so he would be late.“Son, you’re here,” his father greeted him. Vincent nodded at the men in the room as he unbuttoned his jacket and took his usual set in front of his father’s desk. “What is the plan for the meeting tomorrow?” His father asked him.Vincent sighed. He was not looking forward to this meeting he knew that the outcome was most likely not going to be what they all hoped. Nothing ever seemed to be easy in his world. “Hopefully we can find something to appease him for n