Her smile fell as her eyes widened and she dropped the plate and the sponge she was holding. She her head around to face her son.
(Hannah) "He called you that?!"
Marco nodded shyly, knowing he screwed up by the angered expression his mother had.
(Marco) "No..."
She turned back to her plates and started scrubbing them again, this time harder.
"Good morning, Ms. Galletti." – one of the receptionists greeted her.
Hannah didn't even spare a glance her way, she was too pissed at the brown haired man. She entered the elevator and kept punching the number for Christian's floor, cursing at the door as it slowly closed.
(Hannah) "That motherfucker. I'm gonna strangle him alive!"
She kept tapping her heel on the floor and when the doors finally opened at her destination, she stormed out and walked to his office, passing through the new assistant that she hadn't met yet.
"Excuse me, miss!"
He stood up from the chair but he couldn't prevent Hannah from bursting through Christian's office, interrupting a conversation he was having with a man.
(Christian) "Anna-"
(Hannah) "How fucking dare you cursing in front of our son?!"
Christian fixed his tie, uncomfortable by the positon she was putting him in front of the other man.
(Christian) "Can't we talk about this later?"
(Hannah) "No, we fucking can't! Our five year old son asked me what fucker meant because that's what you called him!"
He stood from the chair and was about to walk to her when he noticed how the other man was looking at the blonde woman.
(Christian) "Hey!" – he snapped his fingers, gaining the man's attention. – "Stop looking at her, you perverted bastard!"
Then, he walked to her and grabbed her arm, taking her out of the office.
"Mr. De Luca, I tried to stop this woman but she just barged in your office before I could reach her."
(Christian) "It's fine, don't worry."
The younger man sat down on his chair at his desk and Christian gave Hannah a threatening look.
(Christian)" What the fuck's wrong with you? Interrupting a meeting."
(Hannah) "Marco asked me what fucker meant! Don't you think you screwed up?!"
(Christian) "It's just a word!"
(Hannah) "He's five! I told you that I didn't want you cussing in front of him!"
(Christian) "Okay, fine!" – he said annoyed. – "I shouldn't have called him fucker. Happy now?"
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
(Hannah) "That doesn't solve it."
(Christian) "I'll have a talk with him when we get home." – he said through gritted teeth.
She clenched her jaw.
(Christian) "Jesus..." – he ran a hand through his hair. – "The woman's insane." – he mumbled.
She swatted his chest and he widened his eyes, giving her a warning expression.
(Christian) "Stop it!" – he hissed quietly, trying not to draw too much attention.
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I Won't Let You Go Again
Romance(Sequel to: Don't Let Go) Five years after Hannah was kidnapped, she's still living with her captor. Until one day, someone that appeared before her lover once, claims that wants to help. That someone gives her something that has her believe in hope...
