Book 3
Johnathan Giordano, Italian billionaire. CEO of his family's business is a man feared by many for his known ice cold persona. He's as smooth in business as he is with the ladies. Never the one to mix business with pleasure he suddenly finds h...
April turned to look at him. His knuckles were turning white from his death grip on the steering wheel. And his mouth set in a grim line.
OKsomaybenowisn'tagoodtime.
When they pulled up to the house Hailey wasted no time grabbing her bagpack and dashing into the house. April noticed the look for defeat on Jonathan's face and wanted to assure him things would be OK. She thought better of it though because a man like him doesn't seem to welcome consoling of any sort.
She claimed out the car then followed him into his study were he threw himself right into work. In between typing April starred at him hating the worry lines that creased his forehead. She got an overwhelming urge to go to him and smooth the lines away and kiss his mouth still set in a grim line.
She went back to typing trying to focus on work. The next time she looked at him his shoulders were slumped and his expression was one she's never seen on him before, he looked sad.
Without thinking she got up from the leather couch she was sitting on and walked over to his desk. She went to stand next to him them gently placed her hand on his shoulder meaning to comfort him.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked in a coarse voice.
