Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 11 - Hotel California

Chapter 11 - Hotel California

How could I let something like this happen? I love him.

I continued to say repeat the phrase over and over in my mind, not wanting to let the thought settle. Ugh. This sucks! I just had to ruin everything.

I put on my athletic shorts and a tank top. I tucked my hair behind my ears, making my way to the closet. Taking a deep breath in, I rummaged through my clothes and began to pack.

This is it I guess.

I couldn't stay here and deal with this anymore. I didn't want to stay and get fired or even worse, listen to a rejection speech. Maybe this is a wake-up call from the sex gods, telling me that I should never have sex with my boss because you never know what words will slip out of your mouth.

In less than an hour later, I was all packed up and grabbing my last few items from my nightstand.

"What are you doing?" Daman's voice interrupted me.

I spun around, startled by his voice. I was so focused on getting the hell out of here, I didn't even hear him walk in.

"Going somewhere?" he looks down at my suitcase.

"Yeah, actually." I push past him. He grabbed my arm stopping me.

"Valentina, I—"

"Please stop, I just would really like to avoid the whole...talk."

"What talk?"

"The talk where we discuss what I know you heard me say. Which by the way was an accident. I didn't mean to say that. I didn't know I would. I didn't know I felt that way it just...happened." I blushed.

"You just blurted out that you love me on accident?" his voice was laced with curiosity.

"Yeah, actually I did." I spit out hastily, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, I love you. And I didn't just say that on accident." I could hear the soft break of tone in his voice.

"What?" I gaped.

"I love you." He stepped closer to me.

"You're kidding right?" I was baffled. Those probably weren't the best words that could've been spoken but it was all I could think.

"No, actually I'm not. So if you want to pack your bags and leave go right ahead. You just need to know what you're leaving behind."

"I—I...I don't know what to say. I mean...I didn't mean to say what I said in bed. But, it's true." I sighed. "I do love you. I mean how could I not. You're fucking perfect." I let out a dry laugh. "I just never thought you would feel the same."

"Why not?" Daman closed the door behind him and sat down on my bed.

"I just always thought that maybe I was making something out of nothing." I sat down beside him and looked straight ahead at the beige wall.

"You think all the time we spent together in bed was nothing?" his voice grew loud and angry.

"No! That's not what I'm saying. What I meant was that I love you. I see something other than just you being good in bed. You do everything for Leo and I admire that so much. Even those stupid charity events and company dinners that I know you hate. I know you hate them because I see that discontented look on your face. Daman, I love you so much that I put my life on hold to be with you and your son. And it's crazy. I'm not asking for your love or attention because being able to be here with you is good enough for me." I spoke softly, staring into his eyes.