Sweet Suduction

The beginning of the end part 2

Two years later

I was going to do it. I was finally going to tell Hunter how I felt. I paced my room as nervous energy coursed through me. What if he rejected me, I thought to myself. For the past two years, Hunter had become my best friend. Being how I wasn't allowed out, he was my only option, but a friend nonetheless. My mind still debated whether or not telling him how I felt was worth the risk of losing the only friend I'd ever had. I felt like a child picking petals off a flower. Repeating, "he loves me, he loves me not." I am an adult now. I have to start acting like it.

The Devaldi's no longer lived at our estate and had opted to buy themselves a quaint mansion a few miles away. Our fathers had become close business partners. So, we saw them regularly. Hunter was the heir to his father's legacy as I was to mine. My father hated the idea of leaving his greatest love to me after he retired. Sadly, for him. I am an only child, and tradition is tradition. My father had a meeting with Mr. Devaldi later this afternoon hunter usually accompanied him as he was training to one day take his father's position. I always wondered why my father never took the time to teach me the ways of his trade. I was his heir, and yet I cease to know anything about what it is he does as a mob boss. A part of me, believes he knew what was coming and didn't bother wasting his time preparing me for something that wouldn't exist in the future.

The grandfather clock in the foyer rang loud, marking 2 o'clock. Prompt as ever, I heard my father stomp down the stair towards the door where I'm sure the Devaldi's waited. My parents hated tardiness and believed it to be one of the most disrespectful notions to exist. These expectations, were drilled into me from a young age. I learned my lessons the hard way. My father was an unforgiving man, as one must be when in his industry. He has no patience for failure and would beat a lesson into me one way or another. Whether literally or figuratively. None of this mattered today because today, I was going to tell the man I loved my true feelings. I could only hope he returned them. I ran down the grand staircase leading me to the front door where Mr. Devaldi took off his coat. Hunter stood next to him looking as strikingly handsome as ever. 

Mr. Devaldi was a tall man but compared to Hunter he looked average if not short. Hunter stood at least a good 6'4 surpassing his father. His tall frame, and muscular build made his custom tailored suits look too small. The fabric stretched across his biceps as he toyed with his collar. If you looked down you could see a few of his top buttons were forgotten as the top of his well defined chest peeked through. My father cleared his throat, startling me out of my daze as my face began to redden. 

"Hunter, may I speak with you for a moment," I spoke up. My heart pounded as my brain processed what I was about to do.

"I'm sorry Lily, I don't have time." He responded, nodding to his father. Both of our parents looked rather annoyed at my interruption.

"Leave the poor boy alone," My father spoke. He was never the one to get involved in Hunter and my conversations.

"We have more important things to get to than your childish games." He scoffed. His attitude seemed rushed, and for once in my life I worried if something was wrong in the family. (Just to preface when I say family I mean the crime syndicate my father runs. It's like the child he always wanted). 

"I promise it will only take a sec." I spoke looking towards my father. I thought I was old enough to talk to people without having to ask my father for permission, but I guess some things never change. 

Hunter looked at his watch and then back at me, "I'll meet you in the office, Mr. Harthorn." He spoke. 

I think I'll use my powers of invisibility for good, I thought to myself. It was a never ending battle being a women in this household, let alone the world.