Temporary Fix | 18+

7

Come back tomorrow morning, I'll have your phone replaced. Let's discuss some business while we're at it.

There was no reason I needed to go back. Nothing happened. Nothing except his hand on my ass, wrapped around my throat while I was pressed against him.

I needed to stay away. It wasn't hard to tell that continuing to see him would only lead to disaster. His words played in my mind and begged me to go back. Him suggesting that he knew more than me about my engagement made me want to find out what he had to say. He might've been the only person who would be able to help me understand fully what I was getting myself into.

I decided I'd go, hear what he had to say and it would be the last time we meet. My fingers caressed the soft hair tie I'd taken from him before I used it to pull my hair in a ponytail. The beach curls had pretty much disappeared so my hair no longer looked cute let out.

Now I had to flat iron the shit.

I decided I'd leave that for another day. Getting my hair silk straight was a whole day mission and I didn't have the time.

I didn't have the time because I decided it was a good idea to go back to Niccolò's house. I didn't have much of a choice seeing as though I'd stayed up until eight in the morning to edit Valeria's photos.

That was definitely getting added to the bill. Sleep was a necessity and seeing the slight bags under my eyes meant I was definitely charging her for my inconvenience.

With everything I needed packed away, I slipped out my house before starting the journey to the mini mansion.

On the way, I grabbed an açaí bowl filled with fruits to at least try and start my day right.

When I pulled up in the driveway, after being let through the gates, there were people already there ready to lead me inside.

My envelope filled with the digital copies of Valeria's photo was handed off and there was a woman ready to write me a blank check. After listing the charges - which she was not interested in hearing - the check was placed in my hand - and the woman left without another word.

She could almost be related to Mr. Chekov.

"Mr. Capello is expecting you." The static man I saw when I spun around said nothing else before starting to lead me to where the man of the hour was.

I was ready to face him, especially because I'd worn my platform chuck Taylor's and the extra height made me feel more confident. I could definitely pass for someone five seven - ish.

We reached a door and the man only knocked before he left. When the deep rumble of his voice told me to come in, I wasted no time in pushing the dark oak door open.

He was sitting behind a desk made of glass and immediately my eyes took in his attire. Surprise, surprise - all black.

"You need a serious wardrobe change." He didn't though because I liked how sinful he looked in the dark color.

"Nice to see you too. Sit."

He didn't have to tell me twice because my açaí was melting, I was running on two hours of sleep and I was starting to get hangry with myself. He surely didn't need to experience that.

When I got comfortable, I wasted no time in pressing my spoon into the bowl before bringing the bite with blueberries to my lips.

When I looked back at him, he was staring and it made me scowl, "business. Talk." I'd swallowed my bite quickly to speak and wasted no time in grabbing another.

"Sì, capo." He reached into the cabinet beside him with a laugh and emerged with a folder. He let it rest in front of him, and I couldn't help but immediately start thinking of the contents. "Have you ever considered photographing Italy?" His question was odd. And suspicious.