Anthony POV
Had anyone told me a month ago that I would be crazy over one girl, I might have punched that person or had them checked by a doctor, a psychiatrist to be precise.
Yesterday, Sunday, I didn't see her. I thought about surprising her since I know where her home is from dropping her off after our amazing date. Just when I was getting ready to go, I received a call from my assistant saying one of my biggest clients wanted to talk to me about our contract. I talked to my client because I know Star wouldn't like it if I dropped business for her.
I came in the shop during the morning rush, about an hour left before it died down, I went straight to the office which is where am art right now waiting for her. She was in the front too, business is doing great which makes me happy.
Wendy comes in with a tray, placing it on the desk she stares. I stare back, not one to back down from a challenge. She huffs after a minute or so, seeing she isn't winning at her own game, "How did the date go? Star won't share anything?" She says sitting down on one of the chairs getting ready for the details.
I'm sitting on the boss' office chair, I asked Star why she bought it since she has her own chair and she said "to make the office cute".
"It was amazing, perfect", I tell her with a huge smile probably creeping her out but who cares? Definitely not me.
"Did you guys kiss, what did you talk about and can I see pictures?" She fires all these questions without taking a breath. She can use her mouth, that I give her.
Knowing her, she will run with my phone and probably see pictures she's not supposed to see, I say,"Star will show you when she's ready".
God surely does love me because Star comes rolling in through the door. "Wendy, dropping a tray requires five minutes?" She asks Wendy looking at her like a teacher would at a naughty student.
"You guys are not fun. I thought since Anthony is New York's playboy would be so much fun", if looks could kill she wouldn't have finished that sentence.
"Get out, now", I boom at her. I can't contain my anger especially after seeing the hurt on Star's eyes which disappears as soon as it appeared.
Wendy tries to apologize to her but she shakes her head and she leaves, quietly closing the door.
I gently pick her up from her wheelchair to sit with her on the sofa. She has a blue sofa on one corner, white rug and a wooden coffee table.
"Baby, please tell me what you are thinking. Please", I beg her holding her over my lap. Her face is devoid of any emotions, which scares me to be honest.
"That was a reality check. I've read the articles about you and your womanizing ways. I convinced myself that I won't judge you based on them because the person I read about is not the Anthony I know. Wendy saying what she said made me feel so stupid thinking you would be mine when there are so many skinny, beautiful and famous women who are able bodied waiting for you in New York. You play with women's emotions, it's what you do and I fell for it", her voice is quiet. Tears stream down her face shattering my heart.
"I won't lie, baby. I was a womanizer, the reason we made this trip. I was so close to being an alcoholic because of my and Luca's lifestyle. I have slept with a lot of women, playing with their emotions, like you said. One of our friends, contracted HIV, he didn't say anything to anyone and continued with womanizing until his immune system weakened. He has AIDS now, that is when he told us."
"Him getting sick was an eye opener for us, we went to South Africa to clear our heads and hopefully start thinking straight. We haven't drank any alcohol since we came and women were not on our minds. And then I saw you, I knew I had to fully commit to changing with you by my side. I am yours alone and please don't ever let what people say or do make you doubt what we have here."
