Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 12 - The Third Wheel [Daman POV]

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Chapter 12 - The Third Wheel

DAMAN POV

"Daddy, you didn't make me a lunch!" Leo scowled at me. Sighing I ran my fingers through my hair. Here I was, full-time dad all over again.

Now that Valentina was gone and off to wherever the hell she is, I was stuck with full responsibility. For such a young boy, the kid was quite perceptive. It was as if he knew that I had done something to upset her. That it was my fault she was gone. He had been pushing me away, refusing to show any affection.

As the days went by, he was slowly forgetting about his attachment to her, but I still remembered her. It had been two weeks and I missed her like crazy. I kept replaying our last moment together and questioning why it had ended the way it did. I used to believe everything happened for a reason, but now I'm not so sure.

It was like the one good thing in the past ten years of my life had been vacuumed away. I wanted to call or text her, but I didn't have the balls. How could I? I was a complete dick to her. I had objectified her to be something that I wanted her to be.

"It's okay, I'll make one later and bring it for you before lunch time." I finally answered Leo, helping him into his backpack.

"But then I won't have a snack for snack time!" he stomped his foot.

"I'll just pack you an extra apple." I grumbled, not really caring to reassure my son. As selfish and awful as it sounds, he reminded me of her. After all, he was the reason she was living here.

"I don't want an extra apple!" Leo screeched.

"Leo, I have a long day ahead of me. I don't have time for this!" my voice boomed throughout the empty house.

We hurried to the car, rushing to the elementary school. When I had dropped Leo off, I made my way to the office to prepare for a long day of work.

I wanted to call her so badly, just to hear her voice. I hated myself for not being able to. Several times each day, I would find myself holding my phone in my hand, with her number typed in. All I had to do was hit the call button, but I just couldn't do.

It worried me that she was out there somewhere by herself. I was pretty certain her relationship with her parents wasn't ideal and I know she didn't have any friends in San Diego, leaving her with minimal options on where to stay. I had basically let her walk onto the streets.

I needed to call her; I just had to.

I walked over to my office door and locked it, ensuring that there would be no interruptions. I dialed the familiar number and began the call so quickly, that I didn't even have time to hesitate.

No answer.

So I called again, and again, and again.

"Hi this is Valentina, I'm not available right now so just leave a message...or something," her voice echoed through the receiver for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Fuck!" I tossed the phone onto my desk carelessly.

"Mr. Fioravanti is everything alright in there?" Hailey, my secretary asked.

"Yeah, everything is fine! It's fucking perfect!" I yelled back. I ran my fingers through my hair pulling at the ends. I could hear her heels click away, signifying that she had run off.

"I'm such a fuck up." I groaned. Hailey was so nice to me. She was a single mom, trying to feed her two kids, and one of them was handicapped—but not once has she asked me for more money or a raise. She was the sweetest soul. Of course, I always gave her donations to help out, but she would never ask for anything. And here I was yelling at her for trying to help out.