Antonio Gabriel Fontana and Emilia Louise Thompson are total opposites. Opposites that should never meet. But when their drunken selves set them up for drama, things go down.
This scandal can ruin his reputation and the reputation of the Fontana fa...
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Me Thompson hands me a sheet of paper. "Go over this. Please. That's all for today, Antonio. I have to leave early tomorrow so I'll be off. I trust you'll make sure everyone's on task before you make your leave and security close up."
"Of course, sir."
I sit back in my seat and scan the documents then log into my laptop and get started.
It's been three days since I was injured by a motorcycle crashing into my car.
The person had gotten away and there was no sign of the person by the police. All camera's around the area hadn't caught where the fucker went next.
I have a feeling that the person who drove into me purposely had to be Emilia's stalker.
My accident took place in the morning and in the afternoon when she had gone out with her friends hours away he managed to be watching her but also knew I was in a 'sick' bed as they put it.
How would he or she know that if they weren't the one who put me there?
I'm not overthinking I'm just thinking sensibly about what could be the case.
The only good thing that has come from this shit accident was Emilia's concern for me. She's been cooking for me though I haven't asked her to and has been insisting I don't go the gym in the morning and stay and rest though all I did was graze my face and cut my arm open.
I'm thankful I didn't break any bones because this is the wrong time for that. Any time is.
Emilia has been taking care of me and I may have been pretending to be extra hurt so she could stay and keep my company more.
But, I won't tell her that.
I enjoy her company any more than I let on.
I type vigorously and pause every few moments as I write notes and instructions then highlight on the document with small notes on the sides.
I make notes on a Post-it on who I need to email and give calls to for Mr Thompson.
Lying would be saying I don't feel awkward in his presence because I do.
Especially since I can't stop thinking about his daughter in the most inappropriate ways possible. And God, she's so beautiful and she has such a beautiful heart.
I can't bring it in me to trust my feelings. It has nothing to do with her and all to do with me.
I scroll on my computer and sigh when my phone rings loudly with Christian's contact on the top.
At least it isn't my father. He likes to bully me for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
"Christian? How can I grace you with my love today?"
"Fuck off. I have news to tell you so listen. I know you can't make it back to the manor due to the incredible road traffic. I'm not even there right now either. I've gone to check out my hotel and the Everskin supplies so I'm nowhere near home."
