''I don't believe in love''

chapter 3

Riccardo and Anastatia Texting 

Hey, I had some weird gut feeling you were stressed out. Hope you're okay. It was from Anastasia.

A warmth spread through him at the thought of her reaching out, a welcome distraction from the turmoil swirling in his mind. He sat up, staring at the message. How could she possibly sense his turmoil from so far away? It felt like more than just intuition—there was something deeper, something that pulled at him, that made him think of their connection in a different light.

He typed back quickly. I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed. How did you know?

Almost immediately, his phone buzzed again. I don't know, just a weird feeling. Maybe I'm becoming psychic or something!

He chuckled softly at her lightheartedness, imagining her bright smile. But beneath that humor, he felt a flicker of something he couldn't quite place. Maybe it's something more than that, he thought, his mind drifting toward the ancient concept of mate bonds.

It was a term whispered among their kind—a connection that transcended time and space, often felt long before two individuals ever met. The idea of a mate bond had always seemed like a fairytale to him, something that belonged to old stories rather than his reality. Yet, as he continued to converse with Anastasia, the more he wondered if it was possible.

You're not becoming psychic, but you do have a unique intuition, he replied, wanting to acknowledge her concern while also steering the conversation in a lighter direction.

Glad to hear you're okay! What are you up to tonight? she messaged back, her curiosity evident.

Just thinking about tomorrow. Big meeting 

Her reply came quickly. Oh, I'm sure you'll be amazing! Just be yourself!

He felt a swell of gratitude at her encouragement. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to him in that moment. Thanks, I'll try. Just wish I could focus without all the pressure.

Remember, you've got this. And if you need to vent, I'm here.

His heart warmed at the thought of her willingness to listen. It felt like a lifeline amid the chaos he was facing. I appreciate that. I might take you up on that offer.

Anytime! Just don't forget to breathe, okay? she replied, her genuine concern radiating through the screen.

Riccardo smiled, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. I will. And I promise to text you after the meeting.

Can't wait to hear all about it! Goodnight, Riccardo.

Goodnight, bellissima.

next day 

Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm meeting my friend Michael for coffee. He lives in Italy!

Riccardo felt a chill run down his spine. Michael? He typed back quickly, curiosity and protectiveness surging within him. Oh, okay. When?

A few seconds later, she sent another message. Right now! I'll send a pic.

Before he could respond, another notification appeared. He opened it to find a picture of Anastasia beaming at the camera, her hair cascading down her shoulders, sunlight illuminating her features. She looked radiant, carefree, and stunning.