The night we met

Chapter 20

Note from the author: sorry guys I didn't post yesterday but I won't be able to post until this Monday.

But here I leave you three chapters, enjoy!

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The next morning I opened my eyes slowly and noticed Matteo watching me.

"Hi," I said while I smiled.

"Good morning," he said. Gosh, Matteo looked even hotter like this.

"I needed to talk to you about something. I...um...I need your help. I want you to show me how to make good deals, sell a product and the basic things of business," I said nervously. I really needed his help.

"Are you sure about it?," he asked.

"Yes! I've also been thinking to be in a class of business to know more about the area," I said still looking at him.

He stayed quietly as he stared at me and thought.

"Get ready then. Today you are going with me," he said already standing up. He was serious about helping me.

"Are you being serious?," I asked as I sat on bed.

"I'm leaving in thirty minutes, sbrigati!," he said as he entered to his bathroom. (Sbrigati-hurry up)

"Shit," I screamed as I ran to my room to prepare myself. Most of the days I slept with Matteo but we still didn't shared the room. My clothes were still in the other room, besides he hasn't see me naked. Yet.

As I got into my room I went straight to the bathroom and took my clothes off. I took a quick shower and dried myself in a hurry. I chose a pair of jeans and a long sleeve white shirt. I looked at the clock in the wall and noticed I had only five minutes left. I quickly grabbed my necklace and went downstairs.

Matteo was watching his clock on his wrist but then looked at me with amusement.

"You are two minutes late," he said as he crossed his arms.

"What?," I said as I walked towards him. I was out of breath, this was the first time I have rushed to get ready and be on time.

"First lesson: discipline. You need to be puntual on every meeting or event that you are going to have. Discipline determines your success, its consistently improved by your acts of courage and your own ability to control what you are going to think of yourself or others. Simple," he said.

I nodded and he smiled. I repeated those words on my mind to never forget them.

Both of us ate and left in a matter of seconds. Matteo drove and I looked outside of the window and got distracted by the beautiful green landscape. I was lost in my thoughts as I repeated myself what I wanted:success.

Success is the accomplishment of an aim or purpose. That's what we all want in our lives and crave for. We just want to be proud of ourselves to see something we accomplish to do. I began thinking, success doesn't mean to be billionaires, its just to aim our purpose in things that we want. If you want to graduate from college and you did it, its a success. If you got into cooking lessons and now you are the best chef, its a success. Those small things that you learn or receive, its a success to yourself. You prove to yourself that you accomplish it and its enough. Success proves your happiness. If your happiness its to learn how to cook and now you can, its success. Simple.

I got back into reality when a huge building was in my view and big letters were in the front, 'Giordano'.

"You accomplish this with the 56 restaurants?," I said surprised.