All Chapters of In My Godfather’s Bed : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Tabitha: My head was lowered. Tears welled in my eyes, and when one wet the back of my hand, I couldn’t take it anymore. He just… walked away. After everything, he just walked away like it was no big deal to him. Nira patted my hand softly. I felt her hand stop for a minute when she grazed the wet patch on the back of my hand. “Everything is going to be fine,” she muttered softly. “The pictures can't be that bad. I… I can ask the photographers to get rid of them. You don’t need to worry about them. And you still look pretty without your makeup. You’ve always looked stunning.” Nora was sweet. Too sweet for her own good. Everyone in the office knew that. If only she knew that this was more than about the makeup and pictures. I raised my head and caught a reflection of my plain face in the polished screen of my iPad. I had put so much effort into looking nice… to look nice for him, but he didn’t care. If he did, he wouldn’t be with her. I exhaled and raised my head, forcin

Tabitha: “Why the hell are you all alone?” I looked up at the lady who had taken Nora’s empty seat. She looked… confident. A bold choice of makeup, and she pulled off that wolf haircut perfectly. I could never. “Nothing really.” My words were slurring. It was time to stop the alcohol, but I just kept them coming. “I wasn’t the least bit interested in Enzo’s speech. He had left me all night. If it wasn’t for Nora, I would have gone home the moment he walked into this place. “Whoa, I think you’ve had a bit too much there.–” She grabbed my hand just as I was about to down the eighth—maybe ninth—glass of champagne of the evening. What did I care? “–Have you even had something to eat?” “Cake. It was good.” My voice sounded foreign to me, and the more I tried to make it sound normal, the worse it sounded. “You should try some.” “No thanks,” she grinned, taking my glass for me and downing it. I watched her. She appeared out of the blue. I didn’t even know her name, but she was so e

Tabitha: I couldn’t hold back the tears, and I was grateful that the Uber driver was a lady. She let me cry in peace, handing me a box of tissues and playing some music to soothe me. It was what I needed: comfort without words. Words weren’t going to do anything for me in this situation. All night, I had tried to keep the tears and anger in. The champagne, talking to Drew, Nora and Angela. It was taking me everything not to act out. Every second in that dark car felt like torture. My mind was racing. I could see Enzo and Natasha holding each other, looking so… perfect. That was what everyone thought of them the perfect couple. I would dread the pictures once they were released. I would look like a streaky nightmare, and Enzo and Natasha would be glowing. “Uhmm… You still haven’t told me where you are going.” “Oh.” I wiped my eyes and looked down at Emily’s text that had come in a few minutes ago. “I’m going to 3rd Harcourt Street.” “Great. We aren’t very far from there. Mint

Enzo:It was all over. Six messages, over ten calls, and I still have not heard from Tabitha. The thought tormented me as I forced a smile, thanking guests for coming. Natasha was still holding my hand firmly. If only she would let go and let me think for even a second. My team took the car from the stage and wheeled it away. We had managed to get five people to buy the first cars we had, and hopefully, it was going to be a stepping stone to get more buyers and investors. Slowly, the hall began to dim. The clean-up team kicked into action, and one by one, the streamers and decorations began to come off. The security led the reporters away. They had been in the hall with me the entire night, but even then, some were still trying to sneak secret snapshots of Natasha and me. The gossip column of every magazine was going to be filled within the week. We gave them a lot to write about, but nothing confirming that we were actually in a relationship. I hated Natasha’s plan, but it served

Enzo:9 am and still nothing. I had been to the window almost five times in the last hour. I couldn’t help it. There was still no call or text from her. I was beginning to think that she wasn’t one of the girls I saw in the window last night. I mean, what if she wasn’t with Emily. What if she left her phone at Emily’s and went somewhere else. I looked at the text I had sent her and read it over and over again. Did I say someting to scare her. The messages that I had sent last night were a little too much. I was angry. By the time I had realized what I had said, it was too late. She had already read them. A sigh escaped my lips. I had asked the chef to make breakfast for the both of us. I wanted to do anything I could to make her feel better, to make up for last night. None of it was intentional.“Tabitha…”My fingers raked my hair in exasperation. When was she coming back? Was she coming back at all? Maybe I should call. I grabbed my phone, my finger hovering over the call butto