Her

19

Sebastian

After meeting that Rocco I went straight towards my penthouse. I wanted to go to the Adriana's house. But I needed some time for myself. To think, discuss and explain my previous behaviour to myself.

I defended Adriana. I confessed my feelings towards Adriana without any hesitation towards Rocco. Sofia didn't throws her at me like she always did. In fact she was behaving like Rocco was forcing her. It was a good thing though. I never liked her. Marriage is impossible. I will rather kill myself than to marry her.

I took a sip of wine and sighed. Whatever I do, I think Adriana is always in my mind. Even in my own house, my office I always miss her. And you know what is impossible to forget.

That kiss.

Its impossible for me to forget. Its not like I want to forget. It was one of the best thing that happened in my life.

A smile crept on my face and heat started flowing on my face.

I am blushing. Fucking blushing. And Adriana didn't even know what has she caused.

But that Rocco. I still remember how she rubbed her hands when he fucking kissed her hands. It was clear that his touch disgusted her.

Is she okay? Is it still hurting?

I removed my phone from my pocket and texted her.

Me:
Are you okay? Did you eat?

I waited but no reply. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Nothing.

I sighed and reminded myself to call father to tell him his so called freind's behavior. I called him and he picked up instantly.

"Hello son."

"Hi father, were you busy?"

He chuckled, "I will never be busy for my son. Why did you call me? "

I smiled. "How are you?"

"We just met yesterday son and nothing will happen to me in just one day. "

I grinned.

"Father. I wanted to talk about Rocco."

There was a moment of silence on the other line.

"Rocco? What about him?"

I sighed. "He asked me to come and proposed to marry his daughter."

"And what did you say?"

"Off course No."

Again a small pause.

"Father? "

"You did a good job."

I narrowed my eyes. Confusion. It is all I felt.

"What?"

"Yeah. She is not your type."

I smiled.

"Then what is my type?"

"Someone who is like your mother. Fiesty and cold."

My smile widened.

"I think you know me very well. "

"Off course son and I think you find your type."

"Maybe."

Adriana. Adriana. Adriana. She was all over in my mind, my head, my body. All. She was everywhere.

"You are lucky then."

"I am."

"Hope Adriana will be happy."

My breath stopped causing heat produced in my body. I knew I was blushing.

"I know son. I know."

He knows. My father knows I love someone and maybe he is with me.

"Father do you like her?"

"My choice doesn't matter. Its yours. But yeah she is a nice woman."

"Yeah she is. "

"You have grown up man now, son."

I sighed.

"Father. Will she like me? "

"Its not in our hands. Its her choice and opinion. And you must respecther and her decision. Whatever she will chose you have to accept. Understand? "

I felt something in my chest. What if she say no to me? What if she reject me? I don't know. But I promise I will respect her.

"Off course and thank you father."

"Its ok son. Goodnight."

"Goodnight father."

He hung up the call and suddenly a text notification slided. I opened it to see it from Adriana.

Adriana :
Yeah..

She is fine and she ate. I sent a smile emoji and putting the phone aside I went in the shower.

I stepped out my clothes and putting them in a bucket I turned on the shower. Hot water touched my hair, scalp, then face and all over my body. I closed my eyes as relief spread in my body.

I don't know what I am going to do now? I know I love Adriana. But when will I tell her about my feelings? What will be her reaction after I confess my emotions towards her.

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Five Days Later

I went on the three days business trip in Chicago. I was very busy to even call. I told Adriana through the text. But I asked her if she ate, if she is busy or if she is ok from time to time.

She would reply in short words like 'Yeah', 'Sure'. I wanted to call her but I didn't know her schedule. What if she is busy? That question always popped in my mind whenever I decided to call her.

And I just got to know that she had a meeting something with lawyers or to appoint to new one.

She may be tired and frustrated all during the day. I know how this works. These interviews, the candidates, they all are something. Some are even stupids.

I should take care of her.

I reached her Apartment or you can say Penthouse. Parking the car I stepped in a elevator. After pressing 30 button I stood up straight and took a deep breath. I am meeting her after five fucking days. I ring the bell and she opened the door.

There was she. In a black nighty reached her knee with a satin black coloured net jacket covering her body.

Firstly my lips parted in a shock. Secondly I closed my lips as I noticed thatbI was looking at her body pervertly. And then I gulped as my mouth went dry looking at her. Fuck.

She is hot.

Very.......sexy.