First time together

Matteo came into the room after knocking. He met Tristan standing in front of the window. He bowed and looked at him. "Boss.."

"What? What is it?" Tristan asked without sparing him a glance.

"A massage came from Italy."

"I'm in no mood for business. Business is closed till further notice."

"Boss ..."

"I can't remember the last time I told you you can suggest or question my orders, Matteo." Tristan cut in, his voice cold.

Matteo quickly bowed. "I'm sorry boss. I didn't mean to be persistent. I will take my leave now."

Matteo left the room and Tristan turned away from the window. He was thinking hard on what to do. He knew Samantha could be in danger because of him but then,he had another pressing matter he needed to attend to.

He didn't know how to face Layla, hiw newly founded mother. He didn't know if he still had the strong hate for her or not but one thing was sure.

He would never be able to accept her. Never.

There was another knock on the door and Tristan glared angrily at the