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Giancarlo I wouldn't have expected for my life to turn out this way. I Met a crazy girl who proposed to me on impulse, announced my engagement a week later, me falling for or maybe not falling for the girl and now my grandfather planning a surprise wedding. So many events happening in the space of just a month. For a few seconds I was stunned, lost completely for words to say. Enzo had called my name twice already and on the third call, I croaked out a response.“Yeah?”“Dude? What the hell happened? Been calling you for minutes.” His voice boomed through the phone, sounding somewhat worried. “I was just stunned…. How did you know he was planning it? I'm sure if he wanted it to be a surprise, he wouldn't have told you.” “He didn't tell me. The organizer he was working with couldn't reach him at one certain point. So he came over to the company to meet me instead. Had to make the dude promise not to tell Ettore about meeting with me.”“I should've known my grandfather would want t

For a few seconds I was rooted to my spot, watching. His hands were in his pocket, his back to me, waves flipping at his ankles. Her fingers curl around his forearm, slow and deliberate, her body barely covered by the thin excuse of a bikini.I couldn't really see her face from where I stood, but I could damn well see the shape of her body and even I could not compete with that. I didn't need to go close to know her skin was radiant and soft just as much as her curves were gracious. And he doesn't even try to push her away. My stomach tightens—not with jealousy, I tell myself, but with something colder, heavier. I swallowed, my eyes refusing to move from the two of them.This is why he asked if we could stay a few more days.I should’ve known. The way he asked out of the blue wasn't something usual. Was this what he was pushing down his throat?The hurt is unexpected, creeping in at the edges of my chest, making my breath unsteady. This isn’t real. We aren’t even real and we would s

 ClaireI stepped onto the plane, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder, willing myself to shake off the lingering weight of everything that happened on this vacation. The kiss. The fight. The tension. The days that led to this day, I treated him like anyone would treat someone they were trying to get rid of. Like a ghost. There was another way to do it. If I wanted my sanity back, I had to classify him under where he belonged. Insignificant.I needed space at least. Time. Something to put my thoughts back in order. But the universe, apparently, had other plans. After Giancarlo kept our bags, we turned towards our seats. A few steps away, my eyes landed on her. She was already settled in first class, long legs crossed, effortlessly elegant even in something as simple as travel clothes. A soft cashmere sweater, designer sunglasses perched atop her sleek, perfectly styled hair. She looked up just as we stopped, recognition sp

 Giancarlo Since we got back, I had made sure Enzo kept tabs on my grandfather to not only prevent him from doing anything stupid like a wedding, but also give me information on cases he couldn't stop. Today, work was boring and I felt the need to stretch my legs and maybe drop by Enzo's office to know what's up. I barely went to his office. So, I didn't knock. I never do. A lot of times he's pointed out to me never knocking, but I never mind him since I have just as much right to his office. Then when I pushed the door open, words hanging on my tongue, the sight that greeted me knocked the air from my lungs.My best friend, sitting a few inches away from my fiancée. His palm rested on the side of her face, body angled toward her. The look on her face, surprised, she looked like her brain was yet to process anything. But she was not pulling away. She was not stopping him. “What—&r

My heart almost leapt out of my throat but for my mouth that was holding it back. It all happened in the split of a second and I didn't even see it coming. One second, my hands were on the steering wheel, staring at the road but not really seeing it. I let Giancarlo occupy my mind too much and now I might be hanginging between life and death.Then a blaring horn and bright headlights cut through my thoughts a split second before the impact, giving my body a violent jolt. My body lurched forward, the seatbelt yanking me back just as my forehead crashed against the steering wheel. Pain sprouted instantly, sharp, but not unbearable.For a moment, everything went still. My breath came in laboured, short and shaky gasps. The scent of burnt rubber and something I couldn't quite place a name to, filled my nose.“Oh, shit…” My voice came out weak, barely audible over the ringing in my ears.“What the fuck is your problem!!? Are you freaking bling!? Do you want to get yourself killed?” I tur