All Chapters of Be Careful With My Heart : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(Massimo)..I STAGGER BACK to my room, regret already filling my chest and making me want to cringe at myself.Again, I've overstepped my boundaries and done something I shouldn't have. Ridiculous of me, I know. But I couldn't help it. The urge to kiss her aggressively had been too strong to resist.Never again.This will be the second and last time I'll attempt something like this. Pamela is strictly a business partner, a means to an end. Nothing more.I stand under the shower and blast some cold water on myself. As the icy-cold hits me, I begin to get back to my senses a little bit. I'm still drunk but at least my eyes are beginning to get a but clear. After I've had enough, I step out of the shower and brush my teeth.The last routine before I hit my bed and doze off to sleep.Fortunately, I don't get a hang-over when I open my eyes, except a migraine that threatens to split my head in half. I stare wide-eyed at the ceiling, wondering why I'd woken up in the middle of the night

(Pamela)..EVERY NOW AND THEN, that dream I had on the wedding night still sends goosebumps crawling up my arms.In the shower, in the library, under the trees in the garden, the pool side… it doesn't matter where I remember it, I still don't feel okay when I do.This morning at breakfast, I can feel Massimo’s eyes on me. He's been watching me carefully these days but I hardly doubt he cares. He probably just wants to make sure that nothing is wrong with me so I don't spoil his well curated plan of restoring his image.As always, he's dressed in an expensive two-piece suit, his hair perfectly slicked back. After being surrounded by luxury all day long, I can confidently tell that this one is from Dolce & Gabbana. Almost all of his suits are from such brands.Could it be that I'm finally beginning to get used to wealth and luxury?“How was your sleep last night?” his tone is short and punchy.My fork hovers over my steaming plate of fried avocado toast and some nuts. Very delicious a

(Pamela)..I WASN’T AWARE that I'd fallen asleep during the flight until the plane begins to descend with a soft, almost unnoticeable dip.The seatbelt light pings on, but I’m already awake by this point. I look across from me, at Massimo.He hadn’t really said much after takeoff. Just made a few calls, scrolled through his phone, and eventually dozed off with one arm folded behind his head like we weren’t flying to a private corner of the world to celebrate a marriage that neither of us fully understands.I yawn and then check the time on my cell phone. One-thirty p.m. That means we've been in the air for almost five hours now.Massimo stretches in a manly way, his shirt slightly wrinkled from dozing on his arm. His hair's a little dishevelled, but of course it only makes him look better. How is this even possible?He catches me staring and smirks like he knows something I don’t.“Sleep well, cara mia?”I ignore the endearment. “I didn’t sleep.”“Why not?”“Hard to relax when you’r

(Pamela)..BY THE TIME eight o’clock rolls around, I’ve changed outfits three times.The first dress felt too flirty. The second was too big for my small frame. The third one which is what I’m currently wearing is dangerously close to slutty. But considering the fact that I’m pretending to be a rich man’s beloved new wife on a luxury honeymoon, slutty might just be the one to go for.I smooth my hands over the silky fabric one last time. It’s a coral-colored slip dress that hugs my curves in all the right places and leaves very little to the imagination. My makeup is light and my hair is in a loose ponytail. A spray of one of those expensive perfumes, some dangling earrings and heels because I refuse to look short next to that arrogant skyscraper of a man, and I'm all set and ready to go.Erik is fast asleep in his crib across the hall. Maria didn’t say much when I brought him back after our little tour of the resort. She just gave me a stiff nod and shut the door without looking a

(Massimo)..SHORTLY AFTER a miserable dinner thanks to an even more miserable lady herself, I receive a phone call from my publicist. I glance at Pamela, who is now sipping some coconut and looking over at the dancers from earlier, her eyes clouded with child-like wonder.Once again, I still cannot believe that this woman is still the same as the one who enjoyed picking a fight with me.“Excuse me, I need to take this,” I tell her.She nods absent-mindedly and I get up from my seat and walk briskly away from the restaurant, my feet sinking into the wet sand with each step. From a distance, I can see the waves crashing in, and some swimmers surfing each wave before it subsides only to do it all over again with the next one. I still have no idea why anyone would do this for fun. Perhaps, surfing isn't really my thing.“Veronica.”“Massimo, how are you doing? I was calling to check in on you and Pamela.”I exhale deeply as I run a hand through my hair. Where to begin?“So far, so g