Semua Bab MINE, PEACHES : Bab 51 - Bab 60

KATE ROMANS “It's Pietro Giacometti.” My brows arched as I got that piece of information. “Pietro Giacometti? I think I have heard of him.” I mumbled, trying to figure out where I had heard his name, while gently tapping my foot against the hard floor underneath the table. “Heard of him?” My informant chuckled as he grabbed the bale of money, his payment, on the table. “Who doesn't know him? But then those who know him and are not in his league prefer to stay very far away from him.” He tucked the money into his bag and looked back up at me. “And we are not in his league?” I asked and my informant suddenly cackled, almost in a mocking manner. “Kate, there can be no comparison between a tiger and an ant. On a scale of one to ten, if yourself and Dylan are on one, Pietro won't be on that scale, he is breaking that scale. You are way too far from his league and I have no idea what Dylan did to have being taken away by Pietro Giacometti in person but whatever the case, you might as

CAILY GALILEO “I am going back to work tomorrow.” I informed Pietro, breaking the brief silence and I watched his brows arch. “Tesoro,” he called me that again. “Don't call me that.” I whispered. I didn't need more mind messing today. “You are not going back to that place, Peaches.” he said, his voice cool and collected, but his gaze stern. “It's my life. I call the shots on my life and the contract, it doesn't take away this freedom from me.” I pointed out. “This is not about the contract, Peaches. You were hit in that fucking company!” He rubbed at his temple. “I am not going to back down like a coward because I was hit. I wasn't the one at wrong so why should I give up on my work when I wasn't wrong?” I asked him, taking steps closer to him. “You don't need that job.” he groaned, a little conclusively. “I do. I am not going to stay here all day, Pietro or just sit around without a job.” I argued with him. “You aren't going back to that fucked up place, Peaches.” He state

CAILY GALILEO I gasped softly, my hands trembling and dropping the bracelet. I shuffled myself quickly away from him. Face flushed. Heart pounding. Body slightly trembling and chest heaving up and down with every breath I took.I diverted my gaze to the floor, trying to steady my breath very unsuccessfully. It was like I was going to fall into a panic attack any second from now. I was in love with Pietro? I was…? How could that be possible? That could not be possible so what the hell was the voice inside my head telling me? Why was it telling me to quit acting like I didn't love him when I really… really didn't love Pietro?Or did I, really?Oh fuck! No!I palmed my face with both hands, my face contorting with frustration. In less than two weeks. How could I have fallen in love with a man I was so hell bent on hating in two weeks?“How could you be like this, Caily? Why do you always make the worst decisions? Why do you always make decisions that sends you farther into his life?”

KATE ROMANS Gaining entrance into Pietro Giacometti's home was really a tough one. I had pulled all the cards I could pull but it wasn't working. The only way that worked was me coming here under the guise of the daughter of one of his businessmen who was supposed to negotiate business with him. Yet, even that had not been easy or smooth going. Pietro Giacometti had insisted that he didn't want a meetup in his home or even in his office, except with the businessman himself. It had been hard but the businessman had eventually convinced Pietro Giacometti to let me talk business with him. I didn't mind where it would be though. Home or his office. I just had to see this Pietro Giacometti and talk to him. Ask him about Dylan and ask him to release Dylan to me. I rubbed my palms together, taking another look around the living room where I was waiting for Pietro Giacometti. It was gorgeous and every inch of the place was luxury. A luxury I could not afford even if I worked harde

CALLY GALILEO It was finally the day. Today, this evening was finally the hour for me to leave Pietro's home. It was finally my moment of freedom.I should be relieved right now, packing a few clothings into my bag with my money sitting pretty in my account, but I was far from being relieved. I didn't want to leave Pietro, but I knew I had to.For a thousand reasons, I had to leave him, and I could not cling onto him for a single reason; that I loved him.Fuck please..."You are doing the right thing.This is the right decision. Aunt Mandy would never accept him. My guilt about my father's life would never allow me to accept him. And not to mention the very obvious difference in our lives." These words and many similar words had become my mantra over the past few hours. With that assurance, I picked my bag up, glad that Pietro was not even here, but I could not maintain that tiny bit of gladness for a long while, before the door opened and revealed the only member of the house who c