The walk back home was a silent one, which comprised Paige stealing glances at Leo who didn't pay her any attention and was looking forward with great determination. The muscle in his jaw throbbing as though he was clenching it hard. His handsome face appearing sharp yet withdrawn.
Finally, after a few more looks that didn't bear any fruits, Paige sighed and allowed herself to trail behind him, thinking about the kiss that had just happened and the way Leo had held her tenderly. His actions confused and thrilled her. Leaving her bewildered most times. Leo had kissed her and said it was because someone was watching, but she could bet her life savings no one was.
With a tender hand, Paige touched her lips, a smile following that action as she stared at Leo's form.
Lost in her thought, Paige stared at Leo's long legs encased in black pants, tapered waist, broad shoulders which filled out a suit of the same color, and sucked in a breath when she met his bro
Paige was startled by that question, and her face revealed the surprise. She hadn't been expecting something like this. Flavia sighed. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me. I already know you love him why else will you be crying like that if you don't." She waved her hand in the air. And Paige wanted to tell her everything. This one-sided love was killing her. She wanted to bear her heart open to someone else other than Naomi. So she bit her lips and murmured, "Yes, although I don't think he loves me as I love him." She wasn't exactly lying, only that she wasn't entirely being truthful. As she watched, a frown appeared on Flavia's face. "Goodness me, did he say that? Or is it the way he acted in that made you think like that?" "I…I can't really say," Paige murmured. From across her, the older woman stared at her with patient eyes, then smiled, and leaned forward. "Then have you let him know how you feel, chanc
Perhaps because he didn't care now if anyone discovered he had a soft spot for the girl or that his emotions were tangled when it comes to her. When he got to their room, Paige was nowhere to be found. With one or two questions put in the right places, he found out she was with his mum and went to collect her only to see her crying. The scene left a mark on his heart and he was ushered into this state of helplessness where he didn't know if he should step in and console her, or disappear before she sees him for fear she would be embarrassed if he saw her crying. So he had carried himself back to their room and tried to figure out why she was crying, but for the life of him he couldn't come up with anything. In the end, he feared it had something to do with him. Maybe he had offended her in a way and she couldn't talk to him because he was her boss or maybe because the charade was getting to her, and his sister and family members are givi
Her eyes widened inexplicably, and then gradually came down to their normal size. She bit her lips and Leo waited patiently. Her hand fell from his cheek. "I…My ex-boyfriend, anytime he invited me to a function like this, it was just another way for him to make me feel small. At the time, I was so madly in love with him, I didn't care. I thought it would get better with time. He always used to say I didn't belong in that kind of function that's why he brought me around to learn one or two things about class." When she finished speaking, Leo's face contorted. He wanted to find that ex-boyfriend of hers who had done serious damage to her like this and extend the same generosity. He grabbed her hand and with the other hand lifted her chin so he could stare into her eyes. "You will fit perfectly here. You were born for this type of show." "You surprise me, boss." Her voice quivered. Leonardo's face changed slightly he didn't like that
If he had heard, was that why he was like this, or was there something else wrong. Paige swallowed and smiled nervously at him. "Can we go now, am done with my call." As soon as she finished saying that, she lowered her head. Leonardo's stare was making her nervous. It was direct and pained. Standing there the way he was without saying a word and with that complicated expression on his face Paige didn't know what to do. "Leonardo," she called again. That seems to break him out of his trance and he walked over to her and hesitated before he grabbed her hand and directed her towards the garden. He wasn't even talking to her, yet Paige felt anxiety from how cold he seemed, so much that the fact they were holding hands offered her no thrill like it did before and she did not feel any tiny sparks from their hands touching. All she felt was anticipation. Anticipation for what? She did not know. All she knew was that there
Paige swallowed. "Should she tell him it was because she was in love with him and was hoping he would date her? Or should she lie outright and deflect his questions? In the end, she decided on the truth. "My ex treated me horribly and no, am not still pinning after him." Her voice was bitter, skipping entirely the reason she was still single. Leo's face fell. "Do you…Do you care to elaborate on that a little more?" No matter how casual he tried to make that sound. Or how disinterested he tried to sound. Paige couldn't help noticing the subject was of interest to him. So she lifted her chin. Feeling like she was being bared open and wondering what his sudden interest in her past was. "Why don't you tell me about your love life instead." She had expected him to close off after asking that question. Instead, he leaned back in the chair and smiled. Amusement dancing on his lips at the look on her face. Had he realized what she was trying to
*Two days later* In the study on the second floor of the palazzo, decorated in bland colors of white, gray, and navy blue, and arranged tactically to meet the taste of any man. The curtains drawn closed, and without the natural source of light created an illusion of detachment from the outside world. Behind the desk in his office, Leonardo stared at the document in his hands for a long time before he threw it aside and sighed heavily. Ever since he made Paige climax in the garden, the strangest thing has been happening to him. He has been constantly replaying the events in his head. Of how she moaned and arched her back, the feel of her skin under his hand, and when he was not thinking about that he was thinking about the way her eyes sparkled whenever she looked at him, the gentle way she tucked her hair behind her ear whenever she was nervous or embarrassed about something. And then — her lips. On one or two occasions Leo had caught himself
For a good ten seconds, he stood, rendered speechless by surprise before pure hot loathing eroded his face, and he covered the remaining distance separating them, folding his arms over his chest, assuming a menacing stance, and standing over her in the pool. "Hello, Leonardo." Sultry, sleeky, and breathy, that was how her voice was. Leo's expression tightened into one of disgust. "What are you doing here?" Seeing that, Lolita pouted and clicked her tongue. “What a way to welcome me. Didn't you miss me, Leonardo?" She smiled and swam to the edge of the pool, resting her hand on the porcelain tile and Leo got an excellent view of her breast. “It’s just like old times you, and me alone in this big house.” Hearing those words, a rush of memories flooded Leo's brain. Of a 21-year-old him making out with Lolita in this very pool. His parents gone for a business trip and his sister out to work. In their absence, he had hosted a party. A l
“What’s the meaning of this Leonardo? Why do you have that… that woman in your arms?" Carlo pointed in annoyance. Flavia covered her mouth with her hand and gushed out a horrified, "Oh my goodness.” Brown eyes blazing, jaw clenched hard, Leonardo released Lolita's arm he had been gripping tight and gave her a little push away from him. She stumbled forward. Catching herself at the last minute Lolita turned and noticed his parents and to Leo’s horror the woman who had grown pale at the thought of the security men seeing her in her bikini, parted her hair behind her ear, and released a drunken inspired smile. "Leonardo, you didn't tell me your parents were here I have been wanting to meet them." Her voice went high pitched at the last sentence. Giggling, she walked towards his parents. Leo could sense a disaster in the air. He moved fast to stop her, but on realizing there was no way he could stop her before she reached his parents. He sto