•BOOK II OF THE ESZTAR SERIES•
"Esztar is falling."
Those were the words an invisible spy mumbled just a few minutes before his death. But no one knew the fall would be so hard that it will destroy everything and everyone who called them to be a par...
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"What's wrong?"
"Pretty much everything." Oliver closed the door of my office and flumped down on the chair across from me.
I drew out a bottle of whiskey, pouring some in two glasses that we badly needed.
"Thanks." He chugged the entire glass.
Okay. That was bad.
"I'm not going home tonight. I'm gonna crash on this couch." He pointed at the brown couch in my office.
Well then let's make it a boys night out. The prospect of going home didn't appeal to me either. Why should I even go home? To watch those two just good friends fool us like we were idiots?
I'd never admit it to anyone but this entire thing was getting on to me. The to and fro of my heart scared me. Even so, one thing was clear.
I didn't want to love Vittoria again.
Aa if on cue, my phone rang. The moment was so that my heart skipped a beat thinking it was Vittoria.
But she never called me anymore.
And that was good. Yes, Rafael. That was fucking good.
"Hey, love. Have you abducted my brother? Where are you two?" Camila laughed, her voice mixed with some kind of a chaos going on in the background.
"We might get late. There's some last minute work. We'll be having dinner here. Don't wait for us." I lied and hung up before she protested or started with her questions. I wasn't in the mood for it.
Honey brown eyes narrowed at me. The look was almost accusing. "Please tell me Camila won't get hurt in this ordeal. Tell me you are sure about it this time."
....
Goddammit, Rafael. Say yes before he kills you.
"Yes." I replied dryly.
"But you don't love her, do you?"
"I didn't love her before as well. I don't need to love her to care about her. But I'm trying. We're giving each other a chance."
Was that sentence grammatically wrong? Or was it something else. It didn't quite sound right to me.
"You're trying to love her." He scoffed. "I'm sorry to break it to you, dear friend, but it doesn't work that way. If it was that easy to love and unlove someone, none of these problems would arise."
I couldn't agree more. I curse myself to try and change into what I currently was. It was all Vittoria's fault. She came into my life and fucked me up in all ways possible. I was better off being a heartless human. Feelings mess up every single thing.
Like what was happening to me right now. I didn't even know what was happening.
"There's something I need to tell you, Rafael." He spoke all of a sudden, a rarely seen vulnerability floating in his tired eyes.
