Intenso

Chapter 3- Miss Wilson

Chapter 3

Katie's POV

"Dispiacere, your ringtone is particularly annoying and I could not stand it." His accent was clear as day and something told me he didn't just think my phone was annoying.

Nodding I opened my mouth to reply but quickly shut it.

I had nothing to say so I stood silent.

I looked around the room and mentally awed. Everything was so elegant and classy in this hotel.

"I assume you do not know who I am yes?" He sat himself ever so elegantly on the couch and I nervously met his gaze.

"That would be true."

"I am Fabiano Fortunato. I not only own this hotel but as of now, I own you."

What?

"What?"

"Your ears are not deceiving you Miss Wilson. You are now living in my hotel, which I am paying for with my money. "

"I didn't ask for this, hell, I didn't even know who you were until two seconds ago! You, you're nuts dude!"

"I prefer the term Intenso but yes, it is true."

"But why? Why are you saying these things?"

"Well technically I don't own you-yet. But I have come to terms with the fact I may need you like you need me."

"I'm listening."

"Tell me what I can help you with and I will do the same."

I was conflicted. I wanted to tell him nothing and leave but I also wanted to spill my guts out.

"My former fiancé just cheated on me with my best friend. I'm not only jobless and fiancéless but homeless too."

"I see."

And then I began to pour my heart out.

"Do you know how stupid I feel? To have my best friend and my boyfriend go behind my back and fool around? I was so crushed! How could he do this to me? I was going to give him a present too! Oh my gosh. I'm an idiot. And now, I have nothing..." I began to panic and pace around nervously, concluding that my life was over. I had nothing. Remembering the crucial detail of my family, I continued,"My family is all the way across the word in Indonesia feeding the children-don't ask- they're just kind people. I was going to go but I thought hey why not spend our almost anniversary together instead of traveling? Lucky me wasn't so lucky when I came home today... Gosh and now I'm ranting and you aren't stopping me. Why are you smirking? Do you think my life falling apart is comical? Because let me tell you something comical! That tie isn't even the same shade of blue as your navy suit.. oh my god I just insulted you and you own this hotel..." Cue hyperventilating.

"Miss Wilson, maybe you should take a seat and calm down... I have a deal for you, offer so to speak." His intense eyes never left my body as I sat as far away from him as I could. Something about this offer wasn't exactly appealing. Maybe it was how he was watching me... Maybe it was his smirk... Or maybe, just maybe, I was being paranoid and I needed to shut up and listen.

"Now that you have...explained your situation. I will explain mine. My mother... She has this persistence that I must marry and give her the grandchildren she has forever desired since my existence was heard of. I, for one, dislike women." I opened my mouth to ask if he was gay... If he was, that would be a shame.

"No, I don't mean I dislike women. I perceive them as lying, manipulative, beauty obsessed creatures. I have yet to find one woman who can meet my expectations to what it is to be a real woman."