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"What are you?" it came as nearly a whisper.He looked at her, his tousled hair falling into his eyes, watching her from under dark lashes as he unbuttoned his cuff. "What do you mean, what am I, Elena?" He pulled down the shirt and raised a brow. "You know what I am..."She took a glance at the open door, calculating her steps. Getting Mia was going to be impossible if he raced with her, but she tried anyway and shrieked when her back went crashing into the wall.He covered her lips with his palm, "Hush, love, I won't hurt you." A smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "Unless you want me to."****"Congratulations, President Nikolai Rossi, It's Certain Italy Will Bloom Under You." The chairman stepped back, and as if on cue, everyone stood up, clapping.Elena Vero checked her wristwatch and sighed; she needed to get home to Matteo, and hopefully, he wasn't crying out for her, giving the nannies a hard time.And then he stood. Elena smiled, seeing her husband walk up to the podium
Got Too Close Fed up
That explained everything then—the distance, how he dodged her eyes when they met with his, the brown orbs filled with guilt, and how he never stayed home to spend time with her and Matteo.Alexa was back, and seeing her, she passed her a disgusted look that had Elena swallowing her hurt back and suddenly wanting to dash out of the gathering.Nikolai finished talking, and he came down from the podium. She waited for him to sit beside her, but he never came. She turned to see him walk past Alexa outside the hall.Elena had seen enough; she brushed a tear from her face. Her mama never taught her to cry for any man, but she couldn't stop hurting so badly, maybe because she had sacrificed so much for this man to throw her away like thrash.And he was then choosing a woman who didn't think of him as anything.It seemed her prayers were answered because the party had ended, and raising her long blue gown with a long sleeve up, she walked over to where Nikolai was now, hoping she'd see him o
Got Too Close Unstable
THREE YEARS LATER."Mr. President, is it true that your marriage with first lady Elena Vero was fake?""Mr. President, the rumor is that she left because you cheated; how true is that?""Mr. President, how would you keep this country successful if you can't even keep your home?""Mr. President...""Mr. President...""Mr. President..."Nico tightened his fist behind the set in front of him, ignoring the microphone so close to his lips, staring at the press before him; he knew they were paid to do what they were doing.After all, wasn't the next election this year? All of this had Alessandro Salvo written on it; he was the candidate of the opposition party, and ever since Nico was voted into office, Salvo had made it an everyday thing to attack him.Setting up the press to ask him questions, he found a way out off"Mr. President, where are you really from?"And all of this began when he walked out of the room that night and found the note on the signed papers,I'M SORRY, SIR, ITS BEEN G
Got Too Close Feel it too.
ELENA'S POV.Dangit!I was late...Again.I held the steering wheel hard with my fingers, gazing out through my window, wheezing past trucks that screamed curses at me while I whispered apologies.Lateness was what happened when Mia got sick, and I had to stay with her till she was stable a little, for Alessandro never offered to keep her while I worked, and the only nanny Mia was calm with had traveled to see her parents.I couldn't ask Alessandro; I looked at the ring on my finger and my black eyes in the rearview mirror. Sighing, I pulled out my foundation and dabbed more around my eyes.That had to do with the concealing, but I couldn't help but wonder for how long I was going to keep on concealing what he did to me, watching his hand slam hard against my face as if I was an animal.I swallowed; I needed him. There was no how I could do without him, for he gave me the job I had now, and it was because of him I got promoted as fast as I did.And besides that, I was going to do anyth
Got Too Close Tongue Tied
Nico looked at the man standing right at the opened door staring back at him, the expression the same—one of tiredness and burnout. Even though the man hadn't said anything, he knew what would be reported to him.He sighed, facing the papers at the top of his desk, drumming on the table with the tip of his fingers, before finally speaking, "What did Matteo say?"He damn well knew it was Matteo, especially on a Friday morning; there had to be some whining, except the whining was silent, staring up at him with green pupils that had him wishing he could remake most of his life's decisions.Like why he even thought of getting the papers almost four years ago. The worst decision of his lifeThe man at the door struggled to force a smile, "How did you know...?" Seeing Nico drop tired brows at him, he straightened up and began professionally, "He refused to go to school again."Nico crashed back on his seat; so far, there was just one problem he couldn't solve with a snap of his fingers, and
Got Too Close Crumble slump
"Mama! That's my mama!" Matteo shrieked again, and Elena struck right on the stage and felt as if the whole light on the runway was turned on her, her eyes wavering.That was Matteo, alright, standing and clapping while everyone else smiled at the cute little boy who had a locket on his neck. To make matters worse, he was making his way to her.Conscious of herself, she swept her blonde hair back; how did he find her? How did he even recognize her? He was so tiny when she left; he was almost three when she left, for goodness' sake.Fighting the wave of emotions about knocking her off her feet, as she watched Matteo's head, he ignored the stairs and climbed straight to the podium, struggling to hold onto it.A sob rose to her throat, deep happiness seeing her baby again, and fear, for if he was here, it meant Nikolai was behind him, somewhere, around.She saw him now, Noah, coming forward to help the little boy climb on the stage where she was, all those time maintaining eye contact wit
Got Too Close Big dillemma
Elena's POV.My stomach felt like they were wrenching, and suddenly I was feeling the urge to throw up, and to make matters worse, I caught my reflection in the mirror, and there I was, looking like a heartbroken Maleficent.He didn't change a bit; the Camera and tv shows didn't do him enough justice. My business side was itching to make him an offer to model my male collection of beach shorts.I blinked.He blinked.I looked back at the windshield, clenching my teeth before steadying my breath, then I muttered, "You don't look bad, your Excellency.""You look blonde, Elena." I hated how his voice sounded steady while mine was a whirl of emotions; how had I forgotten that square chin was my weakness, and that hair, dear gawd..."I apologize if I interrupted anything."My frustrations were becoming anger, anger at myself for losing myself; I wished I looked better, but now I was looking homeless, and him .. with that stainless look, full brows and lash, hiding brown pupils so innocent
Got Too Close Silent Lair
"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
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