( this book is currently being HEAVILY edited. I suggest not reading unless you are okay with slight errors.)
In which a 40 year old Italian man falls into the trap of an 22 year old seductress, who babysits his children.
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Our eyes stayed on eac...
"Let's pretend you never lied, so I can give it up all night."
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The two of them immediately turned at the sound of my voice. Gianna met my eyes for a little while, surprise flashing through them which I wouldn't have seen if I wasn't so focused on her. Her eyes were only on mine for a few seconds before they shifted back to anything else in the room.
Her friend—Celine, I think it was—broke the obviously tense air by clearing her throat and rising from her seat on Gianna's hospital bed. "I'm going to go..." she trailed off, not meeting my eyes either. She bent down and whispered into Gianna's ear and kissed the side of her face. "Will you be okay?" she asked and was instantly reassured by an encouraging smile.
She straightened up and I moved out of her way so she could exit but instead of walking out like I expected, she stared at me for a few seconds. "Don't fuck it up." Her tone was light but I knew, by the serious expression on her face that she meant the words and I nodded.
I closed the door behind her and took a deep breath before walking towards her. It was only five steps, but it felt like a mile, I couldn't get closer soon enough. I cleared my throat and sat down on the small couch next to the bed. Awkward silence lingered in the air and I had no idea how to start a conversation like this but I knew I had to do it if I wanted to have any chance of getting Gianna back in my life.
"We should talk." I told her, at the same time she spoke.
"What are you doing here Alex?"
She finally turned to me and I stared deeply into those brown eyes that I've grown accustomed too over the past few months. I could read her like an open book and by the emotions swirling around her orbs, I knew she felt hurt and angry.
"I needed to see if you were okay." Which was true. As soon as I got the call I dropped everything and made my way here, almost gaining a few speeding tickets in the process. I immediately assumed the worst but from what I could see, it wasn't all that bad. She looked like she always did despite a few eye bags that she didn't usually have and a couple of scratches on the side of her cheek.
I frowned and lifted my hand, carefully grazing the marks and she hissed, pulling back from my touch. "What happened to you?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too anxious of the answer.
She chuckled lightly and avoided my gaze. "Not important." She murmured, clearly still upset over our misunderstanding earlier.
I wasn't an idiot. I knew I should've told her the second Sarah gave me the slightest hint that she was pregnant and I was a fool to string it along for that much time. I also knew I'd have to work extra hard to gain Gianna's trust again. I wanted nothing more than to come out with it and tell her it was all one big fucked up lie—but if I wanted to fix everything between us this conversation had to be done the right way.
