Lost in Italy

Chapter 8

Peyton and Eva had spent their entire weekend together. Not once did she switch on her phone. She knew that she was going to have to face the real world soon but she wanted a stress free weekend and that is exactly what she got. Eva had left late Sunday evening and not by her own accord. He husband had come in demanding that Peyton give him back his wife.

56 missed calls

15 messages

Rolling her eyes at her ‘fathers’ where are you and you better not be thinking about running away. She had a few from her mother asking if she was ok. The rest were from her brother, assistant and Eva asking where she was and business associates.

Now her calls were a different story. She had five from Eva, ten from her brother twenty from her father enter eye roll. The rest of the calls were what shocked her, the rest were from Antonio. She had a smile as she went through all his calls. Because of what happened on Friday and Eva the great distraction she never got time to analyse what she was feeling for him. Obviously he felt something aswell if the calls were any indication.

The only other reason he could be calling was because of Paolo. Maybe now that he knew about Paolo he wanted nothing more to do with her. That thought broke her heart. She had to call him. As she was about to press the call button her phone rang. It was an unknown number.

 “Hello”

 “Good morning my love”

 “Paolo?”

 “Who else would be calling this early?”

She hung up. She had a game plan. And avoiding him was at the top of the list.

***

She spent the rest of the morning on the phone calming clients down that were worried about their money. She was swamped and she liked it like this. She hadn’t thought of Paolo at all but her mind hadn’t forgotten about Antonio and her calling him back.

She had seen her brother first thing this morning and apologised about not answering her phone he laughed and said he was used to it. Which honestly he was, it was an hour before lunch and she was starving. “Gwen can you order me a chicken salad please” She could eat while she looked over the projections for the next couple of months and try to assess how much damage has been done to the company.

“Ms frost you told me to warn you if your father or Mr Caspari were in the building” Peyton heard Gwen ask over the phone “Yes” “um well they were both seen coming in they should be here in about five minutes”  rubbing her temples “Thanks Gwen”

Five minutes that was enough time for Peyton to put on her big girl pants and get ready to do battle with the devil and his little worker. Any respect that she had left for her father had disappeared when he decided that the company was worth more than her. She was sitting on the edge of her desk when they walked in her arms where folded as she watched them walk in and take over her office. While her father took a seat Paolo walked over to her and kissed her cheek. It was wet and disgusting and she used all her will not to wipe if off.

“How can I help you gentlemen today?" she asked after Paolo joined Michael on couch. Michael smiled thinking that for once in his life she wasn’t going to fight him on this. The sooner she was gone the better for him. “Wedding plans” Peyton didn’t respond so Paolo continued “I have an Italian planner if you would like, we can also choose an American so they can work together” he finished with a smile.

Peyton’s brows furrowed, her head shifted to the side as if trying to hear better. She smirked “Ok, it’s apparent that both of you didn’t hear me last time we spoke so let me be clear. This is not going to happen and if you think that it will you seriously need help” Both men were surprised they had expected her to heel ad be a good puppy.