“Huh? What about me?”
“I ch… I pause. I want to tell him I’m choosing him, but I should talk to Gianna one more time before I do.
“Tt’s nothing. You always know how to make me feel special.” He smiles then kisses my lips.
“That’s my job, and now, “He checks his watch, “I should get out of your hair. I’m sure you have things to do, and I have to get to work.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, I know you would probably kick me out soon.” I chuckle.
“I wouldn’t kick you out, just a gentle shove.”
“Well, I’m leaving on my own accord. You needed space, and because of my drunken fuckk up, you had to spend the night with me.”
“Well, except for the picking you up part. It wasn’t so bad.”
“Which part was good?” He asks.
“The part where I got to see you. I missed your touch, “He slips his hands under my shirt, caressing my bare skin.
“I have some time. I could touch you all over now.” I sigh
Cole I stare at the house for a second as I contemplate whether I should turn back. I’ve been sitting here for the last twenty minutes, and although I have to do this, I always promised myself I wouldn’t enter this place again. It’s filled with so many horrible memories I wish I could bury—memories of her abuse and my inability to protect her all those years. Her smile pops into my head, and I can’t help the joy and peace it brings me. I never thought I would be lucky enough to see that smile again. After that night, I ran away because I couldn’t face her. I couldn’t face the hatred that would be in her eyes when she looked at me. But she smiled at me. She doesn’t hate me. She doesn’t love you anymore, either. A voice says in my head, crushing the joy I felt earlier. That’s right; she doesn’t love me. She’s in love with someone else. I am happy she found love, and from how he acts, it’s clear he loves her, too. I am happy for her. Or I want to be happy
Giovanni With Fenice in my arms, I walk through the door of the chateau, bypassing the staff who’s at the entrance to greet us. I put my hand to my lips as one of them is about to speak. “I’ll take her to bed,” I whisper to them before heading towards the staircase. She has been sleeping since she fell asleep in the limo and slept the entire ten-hour flight. She must have been exhausted, and I know waking up to get me probably contributed to it. What I did was pathetic. I have to better for her sake. I could have hurt her if I had gotten any more wasted and slept with Carina. I exhale as I gently place her on the bed and cover her with a blanket. “I promise I’ll do better from now on.” I declare. I know she can’t hear me, but as long as we’re together, I’ll do everything right to earn my place by her side. Although it still may not be enough because she probably will leave me. I wonder how many days we have left? I know she’ll pick Gian
Brandi“Tell me if your foot hurts.” He says for the fifth time in the last fifteen minutes. It’s been three days since I twisted my ankle. It feels much better, but he’s been acting like I’m going to break whenever I try to walk around. He treats me like his most precious possession by carrying me everywhere in his arms. It has been sweet and annoying.“We should probably head back now.”“Bambino, I’m fine, look.” I jump up and down to show him my ankle is fine, but his face looks like he’s having a heart attack as he runs over to me.“Be careful, fenice, are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”“Tesoro, stop worrying. It doesn’t hurt.”“I know I’m being overly cautious---.”Ring, ring, ring.He stops and pulls his phone from his pocket, and looks at it.“Sorry, I have to take this.
Gianna3 hours agoI take a sip of my latte and glance at petite blond as she rubs her stomach. Emily looks adorable with her protruding belly. Would I look like that pregnant? I’m just as tiny as her, so I probably will, but I’m not in a rush to find out. Although I'm sure, Carlos would make a great dad, unlike my own. I frown and push thoughts of him away.“Gianna, earth to Gianna!”“Huh” I shift my eyes to Macy, another friend having lunch with us.“Are you coming with us to the registry?”“For the baby?”“Yes, what else could it be? You’re still bird-brained now as you were back then,” she snaps. I take a deep breath. It is the third time she’s made some remark like this today, and my patience is wearing thin.“I’m the one who’s dumb, but I passed the MCAT on the first try, unlike you,” I mumble beneath my breath.“What was that?”
I rub my eyes and glance at her, still lying in bed. It’s almost nine a.m, and she hasn’t woken up or moved at all. The test came back fine, so why isn’t she waking up? “Coffee?” Carlos asks, shoving a cup in my face. I push it away and frown. “Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” “It takes longer for some people, but I can assure you she’s fine.” “If she’s fine, she should be awake by now, and you don’t seem to care!" I growl. “Papi, how many times have I told you….” a faint voice interjects. “Gia….” “Baby,” Carlos says as he runs over to her side. “Be nice to my boyfriend.” My eyes water as I pull her into my arms. I look up and whisper a silent grateful that my baby's okay. “You scared me,” I say as I bury my face in her head and kiss it. i “Papi, why are you so emotional? What happened to me? The last I remember, I was at home in our closet.” “You overdosed on the painkillers you were taking.”
Brandi I turn the pipe off, grab a towel, and step out of the shower. Then dry off, head to the v vanity, and take a seat. Tes set it up for me a week ago and bought all my favorite items. He is the best; I sigh as I grab the blow dryer. As I am about to turn it on, I catch the dark circles under my eyes that have appeared because of my lack of sleep since Gianna O.Ded.It’s been a couple of days since then, but I can’t help thinking theirs more to the story than she’s telling us. My gut tells me it wasn't an accident, but I don't want to worry Tes without proof. But the what id of it all keeps me up at night. What if I'm right? And my most fearful thought, What if it happens again, and she doesn’t make it the next time? That would crush me and destroy him, so I want to help her if I can, but from the looks, she’s given me the couple of times we’ve seen each other around the house, I can tell she has no interest in rekindling our friendship. Still, I would feel better if some
Brandi “Tes, let’s break up.” The words fall out of my mouth and hang in the air. For a minute, neither of us moves. My heart pounds as I await his answer, but I already know nothing he says will change the inevitable. Breaking up was always inevitable. A relationship between the two of us was doomed to fail from the start. I bite my lips, holding back the tears that threaten to fall when he finally speaks. “What did you just say?” I can hear the confusion and pain in his voice. “Let’s break up,” I repeat the lines I have practiced saying for the last two hours. I agreed to this. I have to do it for her, but it doesn’t lessen the pain. “You’re joking. Fenice, you’re not serious.” “I am,” I say, my words barely audible. “Fenice. What is this about? I come home; you’re crying. You say there was never a child.” “There wasn’t,” I whisper, my heart shattering again. I thought I would be pregnant soon. I was looking forward to being his wife and having a baby, but now. I sniffle as th
“Fenice,” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. I should call her Brandi, not fenice; we aren't together. She cheated and broke my heart. I have thought about this exact moment many times, seeing her again. I wonder how it would happen. How I would feel and what I would say to someone who broke my heart. But now that it’s here, all I want to do is take in my arms and kiss her. I’m pathetic. I frown as I stare at her. My heart drums in my chest as her familiar scent envelopes me, bringing peace to me that has escaped me these last couple of weeks. “Excuse me, are you getting in or out?” A man comes up behind her and says. “Oh, sorry.” She says and steps aside to allow him to get on while I step off. “I should...” She looks around as if she's confused. “I should go.” She turns to leave. No, she can’t leave. Stop her. A voice says, and without hesitation, I follow, grabbing her hand. “Wait,” I say. She stops and turns to face me, but she looks away as soon as our eyes meet