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14

"Ahem... Why are you and that guy looking at each other?"

Reality hits me full force at the image in front of me and Joshua's voice beside me, calling me back.

Not because he hits me but because reality gets hard on me!

"I... Nothing!" I turn to him, turning away trying to ignore him. "What if we better go somewhere else? I think I don't like this place."

"What? No way, besides, that guy over there is getting dense because of how he's staring at you, doesn't he realize that you're with someone?"

The only thing missing is that things get murky.

"If you think that because you have money you're going to look at someone else's girl, you're very wrong."

I don't like that he talks that way, I'm neither the girl "for" nor the woman "for" absolutely no one, but I understand that Leonardo's attitude is provocative and that he has no problem generating conflicts in the face of that way of being so stubborn in order to get what he wants under any prognosis or obstacle.

"Don't worry," I tell him. "I think I know him... He was one of those who commanded the Business Symposium I attended in Milan."

"Commanded? wow!"

This time his gesture becomes one of admiration that smells bad to me. Especially since he has been trying for a long time to understand my work, my assiduous duties from Monday to Sunday, twenty-four hours a day, different from the style of work that he is accustomed to.

"We should invite him to have a drink with us," he proposes.

"Nooo!" I blurt out. "I don't think he'll like it."

"Bah, why, it could mean an opportunity for you, love, you know what networks of influence mean."

He winks at me, however I don't have time to answer him clearly or think of a coherent response, as someone speaks next to me, leaving my throat dry. His luscious scent wafts into my nostrils so hypnotically that I'm stunned a second too soon.

"Love? Oh yeah? Wow, what a pleasure to see my star Business Symposium attendee again! A luxury entrepreneur for a CEO who feels flattered."

His Italian tone leaves me speechless, however Joshua seems tremendously happy, who shakes his hand in Leonardo's direction, but the latter does not seem very happy to reciprocate the gesture and points out that his right hand is occupied with a glass.

While his left hand is behind me, stroking my waist, sending a rush of heat through me that almost makes me gasp.

"Hello! Oh sorry! I'm Josh! My fiancee was telling me about you and that huge event you put on! You are a genious!"

"Yes, I think so, but we were just passing by, we should be leaving now, right?" I ask him before everything burns, however Leonardo redoubles his play:

"I came alone to this place which is a favorite spot. What if we ask two chairs to be brought closer and we get to know each other better? You have a luxurious and very intelligent fiancée."

I try to move away from his hand that slides closer to my ass.

"I doubt it's a b-" I begin.

But Joshua is instantly on his feet.

"You lead the way for us."

"Sure, over there," says Leonardo.

Joshua goes ahead and goes first, but Leonardo stays behind who approaches my ear making me uncomfortable since the risk that my boyfriend sees us is imminent.

"You wouldn't get away from me that easily, I warned you."

"You're definitely crazy. You are fucking crazy, it is illegal and sick what you do."

"Report me."

"I will," I promise.

"I don't care. You will be my wife, I swear."

Hearing him say those words sinks deep inside me at the thought that this might be seductive? Damn, what an insufferable guy, I hope one day he learns that he can't keep harassing me like this.

However, I agree to go to the place. Mr. Ferrari pulls out my chair and I sit on his right while Joshua sits on the left.

"I'll order extra cutlery," he says.

But here it seems that everything was already prepared for three.

"How many forks do you eat with?" Joshua asks, amazed.

"I could tell you six, but it depends on the occasion."

Then Leonardo walks away for just a moment to ask the waitress for her attention, enough time for me to approach my boyfriend and ask him quietly:

"How did you get the discount coupon for this site?"

"Coupon?"

"Yeah, I saw you passed it on the way in."

"Yeah, don't yell at me. I just wanted to be a money man with you."

Joshua—"He came to me at work. A client said that he was giving it to me for good service and I just accepted it. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and told me that she deserves the best. As if he knew you love.

Help me God, if they should give the prize to the king of the innocents.

"Anything in mind to order?" —asks Leonardo.

"I don't think I know anything so you recommend something...you know, not so 'high' "he says this last word letting out a giggle and my face is immediately a scream from the rooftops for me to keep my composure.

"Don't worry," Leonardo says. ""This is on me."

"Definitely not," I jump this time.

"Hey, love, calm down," Joshua blurts out.

"Of course"—Leonardo looks at me with lascivious eyes as if that look could threaten to devour me at any moment. "Don't worry, consider it a gift for supporting my event."

"Without the public, they are nothing, or something like that the saying goes, right?"—Joshua lets out a laugh making me more uncomfortable than before.

Every word that comes out of his mouth is like dynamite for my future and my ears.

However, Leonardo is the one who speaks in my direction, announcing his true intentions in a brutal way:

"Of course. After all, fate seems to have brought us together to negotiate"—oh no. This doesn't look good to me at all.

Immediately afterwards, the tycoon turns to my boyfriend and, when he speaks to him, the blood runs from my face and from every part of my being:

"Joshua dear, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead, boss".

"I'd like to know if your fiancée, by any chance, is for sale? Because I'll pay you anything for a gentleman's deal."

"Wh...!"

"WHAT...!"

"WHAT. THE. HELL!"