HUNTER & PREY DUET #1
Alessia Amato has everything any girl could ever wish for. Money, fame, and beauty. So why is it that she's always missing something? Every time she thinks she's found the seed a romance might grow out of, something snatches it...
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I didn't have to come to work today. I came because seeing Alessia being so distant breaks something in me. Releases something that makes me want to grab her, tie her to me, make her stop closing herself off. That's not included in the instructions on how to get your partner to start trusting you once again, so that's why I'm here, in my office, losing my goddamn mind.
I've been utterly useless as the CEO since I stepped foot here today. My top button's undone, sleeves rolled up, jacket discarded, I don't even know where my tie is. I've ran my hand through my hair too many times and I've lost count of how many times I've sighed. I'm acting like a little bitch.
Her chocolate eyes don't even light up when they see me anymore. She doesn't reciprocate my touches. Doesn't wait for me until I return home. I miss her smile, her sweet kisses. I need her to hug me, call my name, slap me even. She's just so indifferent towards me.
I take my phone out, wanting to see the beautiful woman, but she's nowhere to be found in our apartment. I look at the Golden Taste cameras instead and what welcomes me, sours my mood further.
My darling Alessia's exiting the restaurant with her mother, Anya. No doubt she knows everything now. My leg jumps up and down and I put the device down, running a frustrated hand down my face. I stand from my leather chair and take a stroll around my office. Her trust towards me is at an all time low.
"Fuck." I swear at the realisation. It's not that I didn't see this coming, it was bound to happen. Although, the timing is not ideal.
I hope she understands where I was coming from. Maybe she'll find this flattering? Maybe my love will forgive me, seeing how much I want for her to be mine? A disbelieving laugh escapes me. Since when have I stopped being a realist?
I need to explain myself and stop her from drowning in thoughts which will probably put me in a further disadvantage. Making my way back to my desk, I grab my phone and check her location. Once finding the dot moving away from our home and towards her old one, dread falls upon me.
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Heavy rain had started to fall by the time I arrived at her old building. It's grey and cloudy and it perfectly resembles my emotions, dark and distraught.
I exit the car and run towards the entrance. Not bothering with speaking to the receptionist, I head to the elevator. I ignore the stares, ignore my wet shirt sticking to my body, water dripping from my hair, the possibility of my one and only not wanting to see me. I am going to win her back. I am not going to give up on trying to fix this. I will not live without her.
Stepping out of the elevator, my muscles tense as I near her door. I knock and my chest squeezes as I wait for her to open it. The longer it takes, the harder it is for me to breathe. Relief floods me as I hear her moving on the other side.
