"The conversation went too far." Noah said, watching his boss stare at the telephone in front of him, his fingers on the keyboard of the MacBook, "It almost sounded like a threat, sir."A page popped up on the laptop, and picking up a pen, Nico wrote a number on paper, arranging his glasses before peering at what he wrote.The comfort he experienced upon returning home and discovering that Matteo was already asleep; after checking on the boy, he went to his office, carelessly shrugged off his jacket, sat down in front of his laptop, and researched every bit of information he could about her.His ex-wife wanted nothing to do with him, but unfortunately for her, he was ready to go to the extreme for her to return; he couldn't handle any more of Matteo's whining, especially now that he had seen Elena."In a way, sir, she's right," Noah tried again. The look in the president's eyes made him afraid, and he hoped what he was about to do didn't blow up in their faces. "Coming and leaving Mat
Clutching Mia's hand, I ran into the main headquarters of La Belle in Umbria, Italy. I glanced up at the high buildings, feeling my tension oozing out. For the first time in years, I wasn't so sure of myself.The company was mostly empty, and except for the receptionist standing at the side, who looked at me strangely when I entered, there was no one.I walked up to her and tried on a smile, "Elen Santos, please."Her face dawned in recognition, and she quickly came out of the counter and was in front of me in seconds, directing me towards the meeting room, where my fate would be decided.With what Char had said on the phone, hearing of the ruined show the day before, Mason had decided he couldn't wait for us to return to Vegas before giving me a piece of his mind. And he came along with other officials of La Belle. I knew this wasn't just about me messing up the show.Finally, we stopped before a door."Here we are," The receptionist said.I nodded, "thank you very much."Then she pe
AUTHOR'S POV."what is going on?" Char muttered, watching Nikolai glare hard at Mason, whose confusion intensified the more, looking from Elena to the president whose eyes on him seemed to burn him down.Elena could swear she never saw his eyes get this fiery before; it made her stop squirming, looking at the side of his face wondering where all of this was coming from.From the side of her eyes, Elena saw the paper in Joey's hands drop, watching as the President suddenly stood before Elena, unbuttoning her dripping jacket and throwing it at the door.Elena faced the door in time to see Noah catch the jacket and then tip his head toward her direction, muttering respectfully. "You don't look too well, First Lady."She was about to pinch herself, so she woke up from this damn nightmare rendering her speechless.Mason laughed nervously, "Your Excellency, I'm sure you're mistaken," he pointed to her, "This here was a worker in this company; Elen Santos can not be First Lady,"Nikolai's re
She'd never seen the great Nikolai Rossi flinch, she'd never seen his eyes weaken, but right there, she got more reaction than she had expected; The President was knocked off his feet.No sound was emitting from him, she wasn't sure, but she thought she saw his hands shake, eyes on his daughter.Mia left her shoulders turning to take in her father again, and as brown eyes watched each other, Nikolai suddenly dragged his hair backward, swallowing and inhaling deep breaths."Years, and you kept her hidden, Elena? But for how long were you intent on keeping this up?" He demanded palms spread."For as long as it takes me, so you don't take her from me.""Are you kidding me right now?!""No, I'm not," she broke eye contact holding Mia tighter, "You powerful men get what you want with just a snap of your fingers, but she..." Elena inhaled, "she's all I have""Quit that bullshit!" He snapped through gritted teeth, his hand about to clench to a fist when his eyes met her fearful, wavering one
"I beg to differ," he had said, and next, he was in his office, sitting opposite her, eyes holding hers, demanding answers.Answers for?Entering the office, she'd felt Deja Vu; the night she left, she remembered the moans, his groans, and her pain finding the papers right on that damn desk he placed beautifully manicured fingers on.She remembered her tears.But then here he was, demanding she returns, peering at her from his gold-framed glasses.Whether she agreed or not, one thing was sure; he wouldn't have it easy with her.He pulled his glasses and sat back on his seat, twirling the chair, eyes searching hers until she looked away."You still haven't made up your mind, have you?" he raised a brow, "Or you enjoy making it hard for me, Elena? You want me on my knees, groveling at your feet."It wasn't far from the truth; she felt like shrugging. Now that she was open to the world, there was nothing to hide anymore..."Considering how I found the divorce papers, that isn't enough to
"... she's back with my kid, name's Mia, and she can't stand the sight of me," Nico grimaced, glaring at the clock, "And Milo, don't fucking make me repeat this shit one more time when all you do is..."Milo's hard laughter filled the phone again; Nico swallowed his annoyance. He wasn't expecting anything else when he told his brother about the events."Are you done?""No man," Milo wheezed, Finding fun in his brother's misfortune, "Mr. President, aren't you a wild one? Donna's going to be thrilled hearing about this one.""Don't you fucking tell Mum""Eissshh, too late, dude.""You never left the fucking phone; how did you...""I didn't tell you Aunt Abby is here. Did I?" Nico could almost see his brother shrug, "She overheard, and now she's on the phone"Those two..damnit."And you say she got my mole?" Milo inquired, and that was his only fascination in all of this, that and Nico panicking.How stupid of him to think he'll get comfort from Milo."Yo, Boris," Milo shouted, "Nico got
Nico's POV.Coming back from Rome was usually being in a car, with Noah driving, while I placed my head against the seat, struggling to catch a nap, which was futile when the sounds of sirens blaring behind us as we made our way to the airport made it even harder to straighten my thought.Today was different, for immediately I got into the waiting car, and my phone vibrated against the car seat.Father."I heard about the new development, Nicolas," he sounded like he had just woken up from a deep slumber and found out I existed, for it had been a week since the new development.Father took his time on a lot of things; it was like he feared overreacting, and that caused us a lot of anxiety growing up, like when we were fifteen and helped Milo leave the house when he wasn't supposed to.After Aunt Abby's wedding, he decided he needed to smoke his grief out, and Dad caught us after Milo went into a seizure.I could still hear Zayne laughing right on Milo's hospital bed while I crazed myse
"Your room," She repeated, her eyes beginning to tear up just at the thought, hoping it had to be a dysfunction in her ears. "Your room?"He raised both brows, his face still formal yet challenging, "Yes, my room; you've been there before, haven't you?"She swallowed hard; of course, she had been there once, the greatest mistake of her life, No, she did love Mia a lot, more than her life, But that night could have been avoided if she stayed in her lane.Especially when she remembered that that night he gave her a chance to leave, watching her sitting on his bed, his back placed against a wall as he sipped from a glass cup.So entirely, it wasn't his fault she had been so slutty.Now she shook her head, "There's no way you can ask me that; remember the rules, Your Excellency."He began to pull her as he walked toward his room, knowing she wouldn't fight him off so as not to cause a scene; clenching her fingers, she gritted, "Sir, we had a deal; once you touch me, you know it's all over.