My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my d...
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CHAPTER 8: SPAGHETTI BOLOGNESE
ALLESSIO'S POV
My gaze followed Haven, who's speed-walking in the opposite direction of where I'm at. She doesn't look like she's in a hurry because she forgot about something important, but rather she looks more like a cat that has been spooked and now is scurrying away.
This wasn't the first time that this happened. In fact, every time that we saw each other in the house, she wouldn't let me get out anything more than a hello. She's always in a rush that it's impossible to have a conversation with her.
"Did something happen to her?"
When Fierro didn't answer me, I glanced at him. I saw him watching me as if he's finding something amusing.
"What?" I asked, nearly in a growl. "I told you to report everything to me. Did the men mention anything about Haven?"
"Unless you count her scowling at your photo every time she walks past the frame in the library? No."
There's a couple of picture frames hanging in one of the sections of the library. It's filled with family photos, but there is one that is a solo shot of me. It was gifted to me by my mother, who loves taking photographs.
My forehead knotted in confusion. "Why?"
"I think you're the only one who can answer that," he said with a shrug.
We reached my office, and yet I still couldn't take my mind away from Haven. I have no idea why she's acting like I have the plague. She has every reason to fear me just for being who I am, but I don't think I've given her a reason to detest even the mere sight of me.
"Boss?"
I turned to Fierro. "What?"
His lips lifted in the corners. "The meeting."
I glared at him, which only made him smile wider. I went behind my desk, and opened my computer to start the virtual meeting that I would rather skip but couldn't. Not when it involves the same woman who's treating me the way I wanted her to treat me in the first place.
Do I want her to stay away from me? I do. Especially when it's me who's finding it an every day battle to keep my distance from her?
I'm intentionally keeping myself busy so that I have no reason to come home. It's driving my men crazy because I'm involving myself with everything that I normally don't give my attention to because I know they could handle what I entrusted them to do.
"They're ready," Fierro said, pulling me away from my thoughts.
I forced myself to focus on the meeting which is crucial in making sure of Haven's safety. It passed the hour mark, and I'm still in the meeting to talk about the drug distribution between Idalion and the criminal group that Haven's parents owed money to.
