( this book is currently being HEAVILY edited. I suggest not reading unless you are okay with slight errors.)
In which a 40 year old Italian man falls into the trap of an 22 year old seductress, who babysits his children.
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Our eyes stayed on eac...
"Welcome to the panic room, where all your darkest fears are gonna come for you."
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The day had flown by in a blur and before I knew it, I was fitting the small golden key into my front door.
It had only been half an hour, but I had already started to miss the beautiful man I had spent a good portion of the weekend with. But the little alone time I had with him was blissful enough to keep me going until I got to see him again.
We spent a little over thirty minutes eating breakfast after the server had left, I had come to learn that his favourite movie was The Notebook and that he was a sucker for cheesy romance movies and novels. Which was completely understandable. I sat timidly on his lap as he fed me the lovely blueberry pancakes we had ordered, stealing sticky kisses when the syrup had 'accidentally' missed my mouth.
Everything about my time with Alex was perfect. I felt unexplainable rage at his wife for not treating him like the angel I knew he was.
He deserved so much better and I knew without a doubt, that I could give it to him. But I wouldn't tell him that, not until I was sure he felt the same way.
I rid my mind of the memories as I pushed the door open.
My aura was slightly uplifted knowing Celine was on the other side of this door, we usually didn't spend much time apart and although I was pretty preoccupied the past couple of days, I did miss her.
I expected to see her as soon as I walked into the apartment but was instead met with an odd silence. I shrugged it off and continued my way through the house. Smiling instinctively at the framed pictures on the wall of my best friend and I throughout the years.
I dropped my keys into the ceramic bowl in the living room before slipping my feet out of my wedged heels and into the fluffy slides I had left down here in a hurry before the event. My feet made a light noise as I trudged up the stairs and into my room, yawning in the process. I was absolutely spent and know I need a full twenty-four hours to recover from Alex.
I flopped onto my bed with another yawn and snuggled up into the scent of my white throw pillow, I missed my bed and the comfort it brought me.
Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, the sight of my phone lighting up caught my attention.
I had two unopened texts, one from Celine and the other from Sarah, surprisingly.
I decided to only open the former, not wanting to deal with whatever sour Sarah had to say.
The message read;
Sorry I couldn't be home when you got there! Something came up. Be back soon!
I didn't bother replying to the text, knowing she'd explain when she got here.
I got off the comfortable bed and plugged my phone into its charger then made my way into my bathroom to brush my teeth for the second time today. I changed out of the sundress I was in and slipped into a more suitable outfit for the rest of the day.
