Louise
Who the fuck is knocking this time of the night? It has to be Jenny, she keeps forgetting her house keys in the house every other day.
But today wasn't a good day for me. I haven't talked to Enzo in two days and I feel like I'm In hell. This might be the worst breakup I've ever had because I was starting to fall for this man. Hold on, i actually fell for him, with every ounce of my heart.
And to make matters worse, remember the sudden weight gain? The unstable periods? All the signs I overlooked?
I went to see my gynaecologist earlier today in hopes of putting me on a different contraceptive because I thought the pills were making my periods irregular. She did the regular checkup and since I have been sexually active, she took my urine for good measure. So, as it turns out, I'm fucking pregnant. For a man who just messed things up for us.
"Jenny?" I called out before I reached the door.
"It's me" the deep voice i have come to love so much says from the other side of the door.
Please not today.
I take in a deep breath and start fiddling with the string of my robe. I didn't expect him to show up like this. When I left his house two days ago, I was honestly relieved when Mia told me she would make sure he gave me my space.
Good job Mia.
"Louise, please open up. I need to talk to you." He speaks again when I remain silent.
Reluctantly opening the door, my eyes widen at the sight of Enzo in one of his blue button down striped shirt and black decent pants. He looks pretty untidy compared to how he usually looks. His clothes are usually in place and his shirts are always tucked in to perfection. Every-time he comes out of his car, he fixes his clothes before he goes anywhere.
Which is why I'm in awe at the sight of half his shirt only tucked into his pants. He smells good as usual but with a hint of alcohol and cigars.
Someone was having a good time.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, folding my arms, trying to keep my composure.
Enzo walks in, swaying slightly. I look at him, wondering what had to be going through his mind for him to make the decision to show up drunk.
"I made a huge mistake, I just... I need to fix it" he says, struggling to stand still.
"I didn't realize fixing things involved getting wasted and coming to my place uninvited" I retort and he nods slowly.
His wristwatch hand runs through his already messy hair and he lets out a deep breath.
"I apologise for showing up like this, I just needed to see you. I needed to tell you...." He says, almost stumbling as he reaches for my hands.
"I can't stop thinking about you. I know how much I hurt you and I regret it every second of the day. I love you, Louise. I want to be with you."
"Enzo" I say, taking my hands away from his hold.
His body stiffens when he sees me pulling away.
"Please, Louise." He says, sounding desperate. "I can't bear the thought of losing you. I'll do anything to make it right. Please let me" he begs.
I sigh, looking at his reddened eyes and his messy hair. The crease on his forehead is not a good look on Enzo. I like him confident and cocky. Now he just looks like a lost puppy.
I'm kinda of having a dejavu moment considering we've been in a similar position before. Different circumstances, but he just showed up at my door drunk like the first time we had a fight.
"You're a mess, Cenzo. Tell me you didn't drive here" I say, reaching for his hand.
"Gio dropped me off" he explains, letting me walk with him into the living room.
"Let me guess, In the Rolls Royce?" I joke, bad timing, but I can't help it.
He lets out a small lazy chuckle and I smile at the memory.
He sits down on the couch and I sit down next to him. We are seated like strangers with an uncomfortable space between us.
"Let's talk in the morning, when you're sober." I suggest and he nods.
"You can take the guest room down the hall, everything you need for the night is there. You know where aspirin is" I explain.
"Thank you" he replies and I just smile, walking away.
I miss him, holding him, having him near me and just being with him.
Tonight is going to be a long night for me.
**********Next morning**********
His eyes blinked a few times before he could finally open the lids half way.
"Hey, baby, why are you all dressed up?" He asked, worry in his voice.
"I have to go out soon. I have a flight to catch" I reply, making him sit upright.
"A flight?" He furrows his brows.
"Uh, y...yah. I decided to take the London trip early." I reply briefly.
"Okay" he nods. "What does this mean for us?" He asks.
"Enzo look," I pause to clear my throat.
"god" he whispers. "You're ending this completely aren't you?" He asks, his voice laced with so much pain and his eyes red as a ripe tomato.
"No... it's just... things are a-little complicated. I'm not ending anything, I just need time to figure it all out" I reply, trying to sound as convincing as I possibly can.
"We can figure that out together baby, please" he pleads.
"Baby" I whisper, sitting down on the bed next to him. "I need you to understand something, I'm not mad at you. I just wish you had talked to me in person. Breaking up with me over text was... it hurt." I explain.
"But right now, I need to figure out what I want. I can't just forget about what you did" I add.
"What do you need right now?" He asks.
"I need time, to just figure out a few things. But I'll reach out when I'm ready to talk about it" I tell him.
"I understand. You can have all the time you need. I'll wait for you" he tells me.
"Thank you, Cenzo. I appreciate that, and I love you too" I tell him and he smiles, Puts his arms around me and hugs me.
"Give me a second, let me get dressed and I'll drop you at the airport" he says and I don't know how to say no to him when he is already on his feet, pulling up his black pants.
"Cenzo..." I start.
"Please, Louise let me just see you off, Gio is already outside" he says and I nod.
A/N short chapter, I know.... But the next one is longer.♥️and please don't forget to vote ♥️
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RomantizmEnzo, a powerful, charming, sexy and wealthy young man known for his player reputation, had never experienced a real connection with anyone. His family's occupation and his own, made him popular among women. He didn't think he was capable of ever f...