The Water's Edge At Giovanni's Novels & Stories

Her stomach went into free fall. “Please tell me you stopped filming?” she said through stiff, cold lips. The guy gulped and went puce, lowering the camera. “I…” Cassandra raised a shaky hand to her face. Her other one was still wrapped around the microphone. “Oh, God...” A low, threatening voice sounded near her ear, turning her blood cold. “Well done, Applegate! You’ve done a great job, congrats! You’d better be prepared for the fallout, bitch!”

Thousands of knot tied themselves up in my stomach as goosebumps gathered in my forehead despite the fact the interior of the room was cold. He walked closer to the mirror, arranging his tie, he said “cutting these off, is the simplest thing to say, but the most difficult job to carryout. Cassian Gavino is a goddemn beast he wouldn’t give a fuck!” “Is a beast and you still want me to get married to him?” I asked admist the tears that began streaming down my cheeks.

"So?" "Follow me," Giovanni ordered, his voice gruff. Giovanni led me to only God knows where his hand firm yet warm against mine, guiding me over the smooth rocks and soft sand until we reached a hidden alcove. The crashing waves muffled the faint chatter from the main beach. "Here," he said, his voice low, almost reverent. "What?" My breath caught in my throat as I turned to face him. The intensity in his eyes was unmistakable. I knew the look too well.

"Mr. Giordano, you have to believe us." I raised an eyebrow, my expression impassive. "Why should I believe you?" I know very much that not him or his mistress touched Moore, but if that was her tactics, so be it. Grey tensed, frustration evident in the stiff line of his jaw, though he masked it quickly. "I'm sorry if this caused any commotion. We only wanted to say hi, given our past history with her—"

Staring at the food, she realized her appetite has gone with the wind but for the sake of her baby she decided to eat a little. She picked up her cutlery and ate just a few bites. She had proceeded to drink some water when the running incoming footsteps was heard by her. Iris left the glass cup of water to stare up in order to see the new comer. Giovanna appears at the entrance and she burst in hastily that Iris was surprised at her attitude. The fiancee of the Italian Mafia underboss dashed to where Iris sat looking dumbfounded and asked. " Where is the Boss? Where is maximo Santino? "

Instead, he had gone out of his way to pull me from the depths. "Why didn't you swim?" Giovanni looked down at me, concern darkening his expression. There was no hint of judgment, only genuine worry. His voice was cool, but I could feel the warmth in his concern. I climbed out of the water, my hair drenched and my whole body a mess. I wanted to say something, but I froze when I saw the blood on Giovanni's arm. In his effort to save me, he had cut himself on a nearby rock. The deep gash didn't look like a minor injury.

Rosalie was lost for words with a huge smile on her face. Giovanni stood beside Rosalie as he chuckled before pinching her chin, “Stop smiling like that, idiot, you’re scaring me,” he said before walking away as Rosalie scoffed, following behind them down closer to the water that had a rock bridge leading them across the water, where the waterfall was.

Clayton patted the empty space next to him. The three older men looked at each other as they felt something was off. “Baby, you have to calm down, you need to drink water,” Emerald refused to sit. “I can’t calm down if I can't see you,” Clayton lifted his hand to pull her slowly. Giovanni picked up the small bell and rang it. Pretty soon, a maid approached them. “Bring water here,” he ordered and the maid carried out the order at once. “What is happening with the two of you?” Giovanni perceived that something happened.

A sense of anticipation tingled within her as she embarked on a quest to locate him. Stepping out into the open air, the world outside greeted her with its natural allure. She stood for a moment, taking in the sights and sounds that surrounded her, searching for a glimpse of Giovanni amidst the vastness. And then, her gaze settled upon the patio, where Giovanni sat, mesmerized by the rhythmic dance of the ocean waves. In his hands, he cradled a cup of steaming coffee, its aroma wafting through the air, tantalizing her senses.

I asked. “I came here for some air,” he answered and I nodded, silence coming between us. I didn't say anything else, I got lost in my train of thought, and I didn't notice when it was dark. “You should go inside, it is getting dark,” Giovanni said, breaking through my train of thought. He stretched his hand out for me and I took it. He pulled me up and I instantly missed the feeling of the water around my legs. My legs were wrinkled and soft from staying in the water for too long.