My A-List Lover

Prologue

She looks intently into his dark brown eyes to find his soul. 

Please, anything. 

She wants to believe that her intuition is wrong. How can a man, whom she loves so deeply and desperately, feel so cold and detached? He tilts his head slightly, mouth vexed, eyes devoid of any emotion. He stares at her, but right through her as if she is a transparent ghost. He no longer sees her. A cold chill runs down her spine.

Please, don’t do this to me.

Her baby stirs from a short nap, agitated from the sounds of their voices. She will awake any minute. His icy demeanor remains unshaken. His iphone begins to vibrate in the pocket of his slim black trousers.

He reaches into his tight pocket, takes a quick glance at the screen.

“Ok, gotta go. See you later.”

His cold, solemn voice breaks the heavy silence only for a second. Without another word, he turns to his back and gallops straight to the front door. 

Clop. clop. clop.

She already misses his sounds, the warm breath against the nape of her neck, his soft voice tingling the insides of her ears.

Please, come back..

A single tear falls down Gianna’s cheeks, now crimson from withholding so much emotion. 

The ivory french door slams loudly. The baby begins to cry a painful shrill sound. The two sounds merge together and reverberate through the spacious foyer, the white marble tiles glistening under the illumination of the lonely, oversized Rococo chandelier.

Once again, she is left alone.