Angels Don't Cry

Chapter Three

Nicolas

1 month later

I miss her. My thoughts had come to a final conclusion. For an entire month my mind racked and replayed the flavorful memory of Valeria. I missed the feeling I got when I wrapped my arm around her soft and slim waist. I wanted to kiss her and feel her warm and supple lips against mine, I wanted to hear her velvet and smooth voice whenever she spoke or moaned out my name. I never felt this way for anyone, not even the women I had previously dated.

What happened between Valeria and I in Greece was like finding enlightenment, there was some sort of change that churned inside me and I didn't want to go back to the way things were before. I made a mistake, she allowed me to take her virginity and now I was pretty sure she hated everything from the ground I stood on.

The night we shared together was more than passion and intimacy; I allowed myself to feel emotion towards her. Whenever I looked right into her eyes I wanted to pour my soul into her. I never let myself connect and or get involved with the person I was currently having sex with just to avoid future problems...but not Valeria.

When she smiled....Cristo! She had a beautiful smile; her cheeks plumped up on both sides of her face, her dimples were deep and lit her cheeks up like Christmas lights. That night was the first night she's ever smiled at me and I never wanted that image to leave me ever, but now she was gone. I haven't seen her since the morning after our encounter and she never showed up to the last meeting scheduled for two in the afternoon.

At that time I was pissed, angry, and inflated with all these types of emotions that I couldn't control. When I got back to my office in New York my face had grew a permanent scowl. My employees tip-toed around me already sensing that I was in a bad mood and they steered clear wanting no part in the fury I wanted to release on the nearest person. In my head, Valeria had used me to advance whatever plan Victor and her had schemed.

But that wasn't the truth, not too soon after I had arrived home there was a letter addressed from Valeria. It wasn't very kind and she expressed her true hatred for me and that she never wanted to see my face anywhere around New York City. 

I still had that letter in my desk and would occasionally pull it out to admire her sleek and cursive handwriting even if it was spewing polite and business like insults. It was the only thing that connected me to her; I didn't know her...or at least I think I didn't know her but the time we spent in Greece revealed only tiny snippets of her life to me; one that she took care of her Aunt, and the second was that she was of Barbadian descent. That was it; I felt as if I was spending more time explaining my life to her than she was to me. Her mysterious behavior gravitated me to her and I just yearned to learn more and more about personality.

As aggravated as I was about the letter, I was even more aggravated at the person working with Valeria....Victor.

I decided to pay him a unexpected visit at his office somewhere in the heart of New York, he always tended to be around areas where the most comotion was directed at. It was part of his personality flashy and eccentric...I would know that because I used to be friends with the jackass.

Victor wasn't expecting me to ever come by his office but there I was blazing with anger and he had a quite...smug look on his face.

"Ah! Nicolas Roselli what do I owe this surprise visit to?" He asked me confidently.

I rushed up towards him with my finger pointed, "You know exactly what I am here for...you sent Valeria Patterson to mess with my company!" I accused him.

He scoffed and arched his eyebrow in amusement. "Did I? I don't remember sending any of my good friends and confidants to screw you over....that was next week." He joked around.