20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Vincenzo
I can't get the thought of her out of my head, the sensation of her silky-smooth skin against me. The heat of her core wrapped around my fingers nearly sent me insane, and I can't wait to get her to myself again. I don’t understand why she practically ran away from me, but I’ll do anything to taste her again.
“You fucking pig!” A shrill voice screeches, and I catch Kayla’s arm easily, before she has a chance to slap me. I back her against a wall, her eyes going wide with fear as she sees the anger reflecting on my face.
“How dare you raise your fucking hand at me,” I sneer in her face. She turns her face away from me in fear, as she begins crying her crocodile tears. I roll my eyes at the display. She truly disgusts me.
“What did you expect me to do? You were all over that fucking whore last night at the club.” Her fake tears causing me nothing but irritation.
“She’s a business deal, and you and your bimbo friends nearly fucked it up for me,” I roar.
Kayla tries to shrink back against the wall, but I refuse to let her get away with her shit any longer.
“If you want me to marry you, let me get one thing straight with you, Kayla. If you ever get between me and my business ever again…” I wrap a hand around her throat forcing her gaze to mine.
“I’ll fucking kill you.” I push her against the wall forcefully, giving her neck one more tight squeeze before letting her fall to my feet.
Not even sparing her one more glance, I straighten up my suit.
“Close the door on your way out, I have shit to do.” She quickly scurries out of my office, slamming the door behind her. If I have to deal with this dumb bitch much longer, I may lose my mind.
Settling back at my desk, I continued on with looking over deeds to properties and signing off on contracts.
I run a palm over my face as my mind lingers back to last night before I find myself picking up my phone, a finger hovering over Emilia’s number for a moment.
I shake my head, I'm being an idiot, and I put my phone back down.
My phone begins to ring causing me to groan in frustration. It’s my father and I don't have the energy to deal with him. I ignore it and my phone stops ringing for two seconds before it rings again.
“Father,” I say, answering the phone as I lean back in my chair and wait for my father to start ripping me to shreds.
“Have you gone over those deeds yet?” My father surprises me with his calm tone, and I quickly pull myself together. "Yes, Father, I have. Everything seems to be in order."
"Good. Keep me informed of any developments." I get the feeling my father has more to say and when he doesn’t, I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration.
“Say what you want to say, Father.” There are a few moments of silence, before he responds.
“I heard from Kayla, she says things are going well between you two.” His words nearly floor me. Not even five minutes ago, I had my hands wrapped around her throat.
I manage to respond calmly, "Things are going well. We are working on something together and it feels promising." I’m lying and I hope to God my father doesn’t catch on.
He hums in response. "Good. Just remember who you are representing, Enzo. Keep your focus on the end goal."
"I will, Father," I say, my thoughts drifting back to Emilia.
I can't shake the feeling that I’m betraying my father by pursuing her, but the desire to be close to her is too strong to resist. "I'll call you later.
" I hang up the phone, unable to focus on my work any further andI decide to send Emilia a text message.
Thanks for last night, I had a great time. I’d like to see you again, and I have an idea.
I wait a few moments, and three dots appear on screen indicating that Emilia is responding.
I had a great time too. Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?
I’m thrilled at her response.
How about I cook you dinner? No interruptions this time?
My nerves get the better of me, as I watch the dreaded three dots appear and disappear a few times, before stopping altogether. I stare at the screen, willing her to respond. Even if it is an excuse. Until it is a flat out no, we are just in negotiations, and I always come out on top in those.
Sighing, I place my phone back down and try to distract myself by filtering through more menial emails, her response time takes a lot longer than I am hoping. So, when the notification sound goes off a while later, I practically dive on my phone.
Okay. Sounds like a plan, tell me when and where?
I let out a shaky breath, as relief washes over me. She agreed to see me again, even after she ran out on me. I text her my address and offer to pick her up. She turns that down and states she would prefer to meet me there, I’m just glad she agreed to see me.
“Everything okay, Boss?” Martin asks as he enters my office, placing more documents onto my desk.
“Of course, Martin. Did you bring me the deed to the new building?” I ask, looking over the paperwork. Martin shifts uncomfortably.
“Your father doesn’t want you to focus on much more, he has asked you to make even more progress with Kayla.
” I run a frustrated hand through my hair, my father making decisions for me is nothing new.
Nothing irritates me more than my old man thinking he knows what's best for me. I refuse to acknowledge Martin’s words.
“That’s all, Martin,” I wave him towards the door, indicating for him to leave the room.
Martin hesitates for a moment before turning to leave, but then turns back and quickly adds, "Oh, and there's been some …
inconveniences at the construction site.
The foreman reports some vandalism and equipment sabotage.
He suspects it might be the work of a rival company, but I haven't had a chance to investigate further yet.
" I lean back in my seat and study him for a moment.
"Thank you, Martin," I say, my mind already moving on to the issue at hand. This isn’t something I can ignore. “Look into this further, we can’t afford any more mishaps.” Martin nods at me.
“Yes, Boss.” He swiftly closes the door behind him, and my mind begins to reel. Who could possibly want to double cross me? I have kept all projects with Rossi Enterprises relatively clean. I need to find out what is going on, but I also need to focus on my upcoming date with Emilia.