Why was she acting strangely? She's concealing something from me, I can tell.
I fail to concentrate on my work. I'm trying to concentrate on my work at my office. But my thoughts kept turning to her. My thoughts going over what happened just now.
I let out a long breath and try to concentrate on my task once more.
Frustrated, I run a hand over my hair. She serves as my diversion. I keep thinking about her voice, her pale face, her altered conduct, and her soft skin. There is nothing I can do about it.
She turned become my addiction after we spent months together. Anything is possible for me to get her back. I have complete control over everything. I started to become obsessed with her. I get sidetracked because of my attachment to her.
Alessandro Luciano and I had a paper meeting. I should get to work on it. The appointment with Alessandro is scheduled for tomorrow.
I start working on it. However, my thoughts are compelled to consider her.
I want to run to her house now. To care for her, to soothe her, to lull her into my arms. She is the most precious thing in the world, and I want to treat her as such.
But I can't.
She seems to be avoiding me, I realized. She desires her privacy. I get it. I felt the need to retaliate against my possessiveness.
I lit up a cigarette. I sandwiched the cigarette between my middle and index fingers. I then placed it between my lips. I want to stop being so possessive of her. I let out the smoke and try to get back into the work mode.
As time went on, I sank further into my work. Hours have passed. I have finished all of my paperwork. I checked to see whether she had left me a message on my phone. However, I received nothing.
The thought of her frustrates me. My jaw are clenched. Please let me know if she's alright.
I chose to send her an SMS. I sent her a text, but I never heard back. I tightly gripped my phone.
Suddenly, there was a knock at my office door. I sighed in frustration.
"Come in." I spoke in a commanding and bossy manner.
My dad came inside, as I could see. I wrinkled my forehead. I could lose the rest of my day to this dude.
"Yes, dad? Are you in need of anything?" I questioned him. He has a serene expression on his face. It feels so peaceful before the storm.
I'm watching him all the time. He took a seat on the chair across from me. He said nothing at all. However, I can see he has a lot on the burner in his mind.
"Tell me about you and Mysha," he said, calmly. My eyes grew wide at what he had just inquired. He didn't know about my relationship. I'm in love with a private investigator who worked on the case that my dad planned, but I don't want him to know.
I said nothing. At first, I don't want to do anything. I made the decision to remain composed.
"Padre, what would you like to know about us?" I said, calmly as well.
My father spoke with passion in his voice, saying, "You know what I mean."
"You must therefore be aware of it. Padre. To you...it's not a betrayal. It has to do with my affection for her," I remarked assuredly.
"An investigator is your partner? What if she found out that my plan is to kill Gigi and Riggs? The world could lose its standing because of it. It might forfeit my riches, power, and prestige. Did you give it any thought?" With rage, my father said. I sense his fear of losing the empire.
I said nothing at all. I am aware that my relationship with Mysha is forbidden. I am the culprit person and she is the investigator. Absolute opposites of one another.
In this story, she is the protagonist, and I am the antagonist.
Exhaling deeply, I let go. I have already given it some thought. Mysha is not the object of his affections rather, he is more concerned with his financial empire.
"Figlio, you failed in decision making. A huge error in decision-making. The effects are negative." He spoke in a stern tone, "You have to confront it."
I glared at him abruptly. I knitted my brows, wondering what kind of nasty consequences I would have to face. I know that, but I'd like to hear directly from him.
"Sì, padre? What kind of negative outcomes must I endure?" I query him. I stared at him. My heart is racing in my chest. I make an effort to stay composed.
"You made it hard for me to speak...You made mistakes."
"Padre, I'm willing to accept any negative outcomes because I love her." With confidence, I said.
"I offered you two options. Son, this might completely change your life... After hearing the life path I designed for you, you'll believe that... I'm cruel." He stated coolly.
I paid close attention to what he said. I am waiting on him to get on with it. I'm starting to feel tense.
"There are two options available to you... this Celestino empire or Mysha." He stated. His voice sounds determined to me. My foot slipped off the floor as a result of his statements.
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