The Girl At His Door [Parts I & II]

Part II. Chapter-1

THIRD PERSONS POV.

  Gino Lesca sighed as he swept his eyes across the room.

  He had lost a bed with his brother, and had to be the unfortunate soul to attend this gathering.

   "Lucky bastard." He thought.

The building was a classy area, suit for both a business meeting and a night out.

   It was easy for him to tell who he was working with.

  Nothing but investment opportunities littered the room.

"Can I have a scotch please?" He asked the blonde bartender before winking.

  Of course, she blushed and began making a drink.

  "Thank you beautiful." He smirked as he set down a hundred dollar bill, watching the shell shocked look on her face before turning around and making his way through.

  Once a playboy, always a playboy.

He scanned the room once again, looking for the easiest target.

   It should be quite simple.

Express interest in doing some business, and get the hell out.

   Well, that was until he caught a glimpse of a woman with brown curly hair, wearing a red dress.

   His blood ran cold.

She was latched onto a suit clad man.

   However, that was nowhere near the biggest issue at hand.

  A possibly very important one, was that she had a very large diamond on her left ring finger.

  She gazed up at him with love in her eyes.

"She just doesn't learn, does she?"

The site was short.

   The couple made a move to go out onto the roof top.

  But he wasn't going to let her get away with that.

  He was ready to raise hell.

Quickly, he raced after them. A mere thirty feet behind.

   But of course, they stepped into the brisk November air before he did.

  He opened the doors just in time to see the man cover her in his suit jacket.

  She turned around, and kissed him before making her way to the rooftop bar, leaving him to stand at a high top table while waiting for her.

  "I guess nows my chance."

He approached the man, making himself look a lot more trustworthy than what he actually was.

   "You my friend, look like a businessman." Gino stood at the table.

  He looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you do...family business?" He asked Gino.

"I guess you could say that." He winked before continuing. "Who are you? If you don't mind me asking?" He asked, extending a hand.

   The man chuckled before shaking his hand.

"Nicholas Connor."

   "Can I call you Nick?"

"You can once you tell me who you are."

    "Touche Nick."

"Gino Lesca."