GIULIAJune...That name plagued my days. I couldn't shake off the thought that there was more to the name than what Mark claimed. Though I tried to shrug it off as nothing, I couldn't help the feeling I got whenever I thought of her. June. Who the hell was the woman?“Hello.”I almost jumped out of my skin at the call, my heart ramming hard against my ribcage as I placed my hand on my chest to calm my racing breath. “Were you startled?” Kenzo chuckled, stepping out. “I assumed you heard me,” he explained when I shot a glare his way. "Didn't you see me approaching?" “Saw you? Why did you think I saw you when I was busy with work?” I folded my arms, still glaring at the man who took the wrong time to appear. Kenzo was dressed for work in a white suit tailored for him and black sunglasses he had hanging from the front pocket of his suit. He had his hair slicked back, the black curls making it more stylish. “Like what you see?” He teased, his eyes sparkling. “As if,” I scoffed, pu

GIULIAI paced the sitting room, occasionally looking out through the window whenever I heard sounds. It had been close to an hour since Mark left, and 30 minutes since 10 of his men drove off, but there had been no sign of them.I realized there was something wrong when I saw Mark hastening to his car an hour ago. His expression said it all. I couldn't help the fear I felt at the thought of anything happening to Kenzo, because I perceived he was the only one who could make Mark look so worried. I sat down on the couch, placing my hand under my jaw as my gaze went to the TV. I was nervous and trying to quell it by telling myself everything would be better. But deep down, I felt like that wasn't the case. My heart hammered against my ribcage, my throat dry. I stood up from the couch and started pacing once more. My gaze wandered to the clock on the wall, and I wondered how long I would have to wait until their return.This was the first time I'd been worried about someone and the fee

GIULIA“What happened?” My gaze returned to Kenzo, who was barely conscious. “Didn't the guard tell me that everything was okay?”He sighed. “I need to rest now, Guilia. Let's talk in the morning,” he said, looking like he didn't want to pursue the matter. I frowned, wondering why he was brushing me off as if my worries weren't necessary. He was acting as if I were just a housemaid who had no business knowing anything about him. “Mark, what happened?” I asked again, this time with my face set in a grim line. I folded my arms. “We will talk in the morning,” he repeated. “I need to stretch out.”“Rest? What the fucking hell is wrong with you? Why are you treating me like this, Mark?! I'm your—whatever. Kenzo is my friend! I deserve to know what's happening to him!” I raised my voice, my eyes narrowed to slits. His face morphed into a frown, his face darkening with rage as he glared at me. I'd never seen him as furious as he looked at the moment. “You are nothing but a fuck buddy to

GUILIAA few minutes after I got to my room, I heard a knock on the door. Scowling, I got up from bed and walked towards it, throwing the door open as I shot a glare at the person on the other side. “What do you want?” I growled at Sandra. “Didn't I tell you I'm taking the day off? I don't have the time to waste on you.” “I—Mr Mark summoned you to—”“Mark?” I glowered at that. “What does he want?”“Mr Kenzo asked of you, so Mr Mark ordered—"“Kenzo?” I perked up at that. “Where's he?”She frowned at the change in my expression, raising her hand to point toward Kenzo's side of the house. “He's in his room.”“Thanks a lot!” I pushed past her, closing my door as I hastened down the hallway to his room, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I had been super worried about my friend. To have him ask for me was enough to make me forget about Mark and the hateful words he said to me last night. That bastard, who wasn't qualified to be in my thoughts. I ran down the corridor until I got to Ke

GUILIAI was barely keeping my emotions in check, my gaze on him, not wanting to miss anything. The first time could be called a mistake, overlooked and not thought of, but the second couldn't be treated the way. “Who is she?” I demanded, glaring daggers at him. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression locking down. “It's… I….” He gulped, puffing out a breath. “Let's just forget her, Giulia. We still have—”“Who is she?” I questioned, taking a step towards him. “Who's June? The woman you love?”It was obvious. There was no way he could have mentioned her name twice if she wasn't someone he loved, someone he held in high esteem. The way his eyes twitched when I said that made me know I was right. “She's not important. At least not—”“Not important? Who do you want to fool, Mark? It doesn't sound like that. Since you don't want to tell me who she is, you can go screw yourself!”“Why are you acting like this, Guilia? Even if June is someone I loved, I don't see why i