Crazy Over You

📚 Chapter 32 📚

"Happy birthday!" Everyone yells as soon as I walked inside the living room with James.

"Hijo de puta!" James yells, slightly jumping back while pulling me behind him. I started to laugh historically, holding on to him because his reaction was priceless.

Some of his family from Spain traveled for the holidays and for his birthday. My job today was to distract him throughout the day so that everyone could get everything ready which wasn't easy due to the snow. It was hectic. There were somedays that the snow was too much that we were told it was best to stay at home. The roads were the usual game of let's pretend we know where the lanes are.

I did my absolute best to keep him outside until I got the text message from Eros saying that it's time to come home since everything is in place. I didn't have to make a single excuse about being cold because I was, but I will admit I had a lot of fun. Like every hispanic birthday parties I've been in which are usual in the Corleone Family or Valentina, it's loud and hectic.

Hours went by. Hours of which I had to step away to take a moment to myself.

I was by the table of food until I felt a hand on my head. I look up to see Denny. "Come on, let's talk kiddo." My brother steps away and I follow from behind. We went to the second floor, at the end of the hallway where the music wasn't as loud.

While walking, there's the same photos I've seen on the wall of James' family, some of which has with my family too.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Break up with him." Denny demands.

"What?"

"Break up--"

"I heard you. I'm just processing what you demanded from me." My voice drops. Usually, I would have overthought this. I would have actually considered this. Maybe even get him to convince me to do so without much question but all I feel is anger. "Why? These past weeks were fine."

"Because my only sister isn't going to date a guy that's thinking about another woman." My eyes widen at my brother's words. I should have never told him about Emma. "I love you, kiddo. And I love him like a brother too, but between you and James, I would pick you every time. And the last thing I want to see is you cry over him." Denny voice somewhat breaks.

"Denny, I'm fine. Our relationship is--"

"A delusion." MY brother finishes for me. "James is a great guy, I know that. But he's not for you. Nor when his mind is someplace else. He's using you and I will not stand here and let him make you believe that it's love or--"

"You can't decide that for me!" I yell. "I'm with him because I want to be with him. I already knew what I was getting myself into and still went through the relationship."

"He's going to end up hurting you."

"No. he's not."

"Callista! Please! Listen to me!" Denny yells and that took me back. I've never seen him this angry nor have I heard him ever saw my name like that unless he was about to chase me around the house or when it's serious. This is different. "He's going to hurt you. You're fragile. You easily believe in fairy tales. In romance. You love to romanticize things. You get ideas in your head. The happily ever after idea you have in you head of the two of you is nothing more than a figment of your imagination."

"You don't know anything." It takes everything in me to not yell at him or attack him at this moment.

"I know way more than you do." He insults. "Looks. Cally. I don't want to see you break down. I don't want to see you or hear about you crying over him."