Semua Bab Tangled by lies : Bab 81 - Bab 90

~80~ChiaraI spent almost the entire night parking my things and making arrangements with Chong for my arrival today. I went to freshen up and then went to the kitchen, my eyes searching for any sign of the man. The waft smell of bread hit my nose, “Marina,” she looked up at me, taking bread from the tray and arranging it on a bread basket.“Good morning, Ma’am.” She beamed at me. “Morning. Have you seen your boss?” She shook her head, “He still hasn’t come down yet.” Which was weird because he was an early bird. He should’ve been down by now or knocking at my door until I agreed to have breakfast with him. If he were in his study then I wouldn’t have worried like this. Something was wrong. “Okay.”I went back upstairs and stopped by his door. This was the first time ever to attempt this even after having been in his room before. My heart drummed at the thought. I raised a hand and knocked but it went silent. I knocked again and again, silent. I frowned and grabbed the handle. It was

~82~ChiaraThe helicopter landed in about thirty minutes, right at the skyscraper’s helipad where my gallery was located. Black held the door for me, and I stepped down, cursing the hair for getting into my mouth. Chong was already waiting for me with his blue suit and his signature round eyeglasses, with an IPad pressed to his chest. Black and four other men were behind me, all in black suits. I had to quarrel my way out of having six bodyguards as Melo wanted. They were five in total and I’d already felt suffocated let alone six of them.“Good morning, Madam. I see you have officially become a boss lady.” He blurted as we headed inside, smiling. He had no idea. “I was made for greater things.” I teased back, putting my phone back in my bag. “I couldn’t agree less.” I sighed, when I was reminded of the number of people contaminating my air behind me. “Brief me, Chong, before I kick you down these stairs.” He quickly flipped his IPad. I would never admit this to him but, I missed him

~84~ChiaraI was trembling all over and it was Carmelo who helped me with my clothes. My mind was dazed and energy…if this man wasn’t holding me this whole time I would’ve combusted.We arrived at the gallery. Each step that I took once we stepped out of the elevator felt like I was walking on fire. Wishing that what Chong told me was a lie. That it was just a prank. That God wasn’t testing me like this. That fate would pity me for once and let me have this.I walked inside and my gaze landed on the three of them. Safiya and Chong both sobbing while Yusuf with a long face and messy hair was patting them both, asking them to stop crying. Chong had her buddha idol pressed against his chest. He never lifted that idol from his desk, unless…“No.” I breathed out. It was real. It wasn’t a dream. I walked further inside and my breath got caught, tears blinding my vision. I started to roam around like a mad woman, watching wall after a wall, it was empty. The whole art gallery was empty.Ju

~86~ChiaraMorning came. And for the first time in my life I wish it hadn’t. I waited the rest of the night for him but he hasn’t returned yet. And he wasn’t picking up his phone. I should’ve gone with him. Damn it. “Go and get ready, we’re leaving.” Storm came out of the bathroom and informed me. It was insane but we spent the night together last night. If spending a night together meant her lying on the couch, umoving and not repsonding to anything I asked. At last she said, ‘I’m not your fucking babysitter.’ Typical Storm style. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To the rig.”I narrowed my eyes. She sighed, buttoning the rest of her shirt and tucked it in her suit pants. “Junior’s Mafia rig. That’s where we’re meeting them.” I jumped and rushed to the bathroom.Minutes later our car pulled up before the big black gates. I willed my racing heart to calm the hell down. The moment we entered inside, it felt like an entirely different world. Armed men and women, going around here and t

~87~ChiaraI was sprawled on the bed after I was done confirming that everything was settled for the exhibition. Yeah, I found myself in his bedroom more often nowadays. Carmelo had just gotten out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his lean waist. Waterdrops trickled down and my shameless eyes started raking from his chest, to his abs up until down to the V line that had me gulping. “Don’t ever stop, tesoro.” His voice forced my eyes from his body and found his hooded gaze. “What?” I asked. And fuck, my voice came out breathy. I blamed the freaking ovulation. I was horny all the time. “Don’t you ever stop looking at me like that. I love it.” He added, a smirk stretching his lips. He looked so sinfully hot with the wet strands of his hair that had fallen on his forehead. And when he pushed them back, his biceps flexed, and all air left my lungs. I took a deep breath and faced the ceiling. I was in deep trouble lately because I couldn’t stop thinking about having sex with him.