I sighed for the millionth time as I decided to shut down my laptop. I wasn’t focused since all I could think about, was the fact that my fiancée is in another country. It had been three days, and granted she’s with a friend of mine, it didn’t make me feel the slightest bit better.
I also couldn’t stop thinking about the last conversation we had. A big part of me felt guilty for my coldness towards her, but the truth was that she needed to hear those words. I’m in love with her, and I honestly didn’t want her staying around because she felt that she needed to for the sake of the girls.
It would drive me insane knowing that she’s around, but that she isn’t mine.
I headed to the room that the girls had chosen. As usual, they chose to stay together. Every time we travel, the hotel managers at my hotels know to accommodate the girls somehow, someway, and this time was no different as the girls shared a king sized bed.
I went to kiss each of their foreheads. I had grown closer to my daughters, and even if my relationship with Aretha didn’t work, I’d always be grateful to her for that- for her helping me to open up more to my children.
I was about to head to bed when there was a knock at the door. I had no idea who it could be since Bianca hadn’t come with us. She and Luigi were still quite angry with me, so she chose to stay behind and handle the company, while he stayed behind with Rhonda and my sister.
When I opened the door, my first reaction was to scowl, which had never really happened before, given the situation before me. I’d seen her like this many times before, and while she’d never exactly excited me, I was pretty sure that I had never scowled at her before.
“Celine,” I deadpanned.
“Raphael,” she purred.
“How can I help you?” I asked, ignoring the fact that she was standing before me in a lingerie set and trench coat.
“I’ve come to talk business,” she said sarcastically.
Two can play that game.
“Oh? Since when do you liaise on your father’s behalf?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe. Annoyance crossed her features before she regained composure.
“You’ve never made me work to get in before,” she cocked her head to the side.
“My daughters are in the room, and not forgetting that I’m not a single man,” I shrugged.
“Come again? Your daughters are sleeping in the same suite as you? You’re not single? Stop talking nonsense Raphael!” she snapped.
“Whatever you’d like to call it, it’s still true,” I said disinterestedly.
“You’re being awfully cold,” she cocked an eyebrow.
“Have you ever known me to be any different?” it was my turn to cock my head to the side.
YOU ARE READING
The Maestri Amour (Wattys 2015) - ON HIATUS
General Fiction"Child, he doesn't know anything about his own life. You think he's a mystery to you and the world? Little do you know that he's a mystery to himself. He doesn't know of the lies that surround him. He has dark secrets Rita, dark secrets that practic...
