Alexandrea Smith, heiress to a successful company, envied by her own gender and lusted by the opposites. The epitome of perfection. But what if there's more to the whole package that is kept from the world?
Marco Giovanni, a don of his own company...
"Dad, I can't do this meeting. Please just send somebody else." Alex said pleadingly to her father.
"There's nobody else Alex, Giovanni wants to do the business deal with the CEO, and that's you." Her father said to her, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Whatever he is planning, Alex will definitely have a fit.
"Daddy, you knew about us. How could you do this to me? What will be his reaction after seeing me? What if he knew all this time? What I did will be for nothing!" She ranted in exasperation.
"Aren't you over reacting angel? Just give it a try. It's not like you're going to tell him straight away, right?"
"Damn it!" Alex exclaimed, standing up and grabbing her purse and the case containing the contract to meet Giovanni, leaving her dad not knowing about his antics.
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Marco Giovanni sat patiently on the café waiting for his new business partner, Mr. Smith, to arrive and discuss the contract.
The old man used to be his neighbor,he was fond of the old man's personality, he was fond of his wife too, who gives him freshly baked cookies before going to school, but he was fond most especially of Mr. Smith's daughter, Alexandrea.
Those memories brought a smile to his lips, he will ask John about his daughter when they finished their business.
"Mr. Giovanni?" Marco was interupted by a very familiar voice, a voice he cannot forget.
Fúck me. Was all he could think about. Standing right in front of him. The girl, the only girl, who captured his heart. The girl, who back in the days made him feel normal, made his dramatic life less dramatic. The girl who can tame his demons. The girl who took his heart right under his nose, is now a woman. A woman...
"Mr. Giovanni?" Alexandrea called him again.
"Andrea." He totally forgot his manners. "I'm sorry, it's just, I'm supposed to meet your father. Please sit down."
Alexandrea's breath hitched a bit. No one calls her Andrea except him, and her father better have a good explanation about this set up. While sitting, she observed the man in front of her. He changed a lot the last time she saw him. He's got a beard now. Still lean but with muscles.
Alexandrea scolded herself for being too observant.
Marco on the other hand, scolded himself for being a total jerk in the past, for this could have been his present and future, if only...
