Strawberry Angel

Chapter 25

As always music ⬆️

ELIJAHS POV.

My time with Imara felt to short. We got breakfast, went mini golfing, visited a museum, got some smoothies and before I knew I had to drop her off home, before her mother or father noticed. She told me her mother went to a weekend sleepover and her father practically lived in the office.

Speaking of which. I leave very early tomorrow morning and I need to speak to her father.

She gave me one last kiss before she got out of the car and walked up to her door. I huff and drive off as fast as I can. If I stayed any longer I'd just take her back out and bring her back to New York without even asking. Which would cause a lot of problems but Fuck it. God if the famlia could hear what I was thinking they'd think I was crazy and question my loyalty.

You see in the famlia no matter what- even if you have children and a wife, your supposed to put the famlia even before them. Imaras barley my girlfriend and I hate it but I would choose Imara over the famlia any fucking day without hesitation. The problem is- if I put Imara first that means the famlia doesn't have my full dedication or trust. Without those things a famlia can't even be a famlia. Maybe if I just leave Imara here and just give her the occasional phone call I'll get rid of my..need for her.

FUCK. What do I do?

I can't leave Imara here. I wouldn't last 20 minutes. But if I keep thinking the way I am- this is going to go to shit real fast. We'll just take Imara and see what happens from here? That sounds...good. Ok plan settled.

I arrive at the house and see Lucas car already in the drive way as I pull in and walk in. He's sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

I walk into the living room and he runs up to me.

"So.." he starts

"So...?" I ask confused

"Did you ask Imara?" He says

"No, not yet."

"Wha..why not?"

I don't know maybe because I was busy having amazing sex with my girlfriend, taking her out, enjoying my fucking time.

"I was busy."

"Busy? Busy what. Busy fucking your little gir-"

"Luca shut the fuck up or I swear to god I won't help you." My voice tenses and I glare at him. Luca can talk all the shit on me he wants to, I don't give a fuck. But I don't want him talking about Imara like that.

He sighs and sits back down on the chair.

"Man- I'm sorry. Ok I screwed the fuck up and now I'm just... I don't know. I've never fe..felt like this."

"Like.."

"I don't know! It's like I want to punch myself in the face for hurting her but I also just want to be near her all the fucking time and laugh like we used to."

"Are you in lo-?"

"No! I'm not in love. Fuck no. Just..just let me know when you talk to Imara." He says as he stands up and walks up stairs.

He's trippin over his own balls.

I also go upstairs and head into my room. I quickly take a shower and put on a new suit. Put on a new watch, add some cologne, and walk back out. I had my secretary set up a meeting with imaras father and it starts in 30 minutes so I need to go now.