Loving yourself is hard. Trying to find love in a family who objectified you? Seems like work. But try finding love in someone as a hopeless romantic too.
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Smart, nerdy, pretty, and kind are all the words she's gotten used to. Being a Junior in...
"One, you aren't calling them, and two, I can help."
"No, Matteo. No. There is just no way that I'm putting my baggage in some else's cart. I'm enough by myself, without the expenses. Thanks but no." I replied, making sure that my faux annoyance is evident for Dani to see.
I saw the glint of disappointment and impatience in Matteo's eyes as he crossed his arms and glared at Dani. Probably because he knew there's only some way he can react to not make anything obvious.
"Suit yourself, missy," he scoffed and I looked down.
I know it's all an act but that brings back enough memories to make me remember who exactly I'm dealing with.
As he utters his dissatisfaction, I watched him close the door and leave. Leaving me to my doubts.
Should I be trusting him so much because of the things he said and the way he said them? Because one thing I learned about being a hopeless romantic is, some things are just too good to be true.
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I slam the door close, huffing as I hit my stirring wheel. I know it was an act, it should've been. But if it weren't then would she have agreed?
Of course, she wouldn't. For all, I know she doesn't even trust me the way I hope she did. Why would she? There's no reason for her to trust a kiss or label it in the first place. As she said, no attachments, no labels. I agreed with her when she spoke of the conditions and I know exactly what I agreed on.
So why the hell am I so hung up on such a small thing.
Knowing me, before I burst into flames from my own self-loathing and doubts, I turn the engine on and drove off. Hoping that by the morning I'm over my old ways. Maybe I'll visit her in the morning before school. Who knows?
When I arrived back at the frat house, I was exhausted. Not once did my mind alter from either the thought of Evangeline or the thought of her declining my advances. I wanted to slam something, throw a glass to a wall just to relieve myself but I know I should hold off. Things have never been better and now that I have the one thing I've been dying to have, I don't want to do anything to screw it up.
"Cadwell!" I hear Axel's penetrating voice through the halls just as I was headed to my room. I rolled my head, turning to face him in reluctance only to find a bunch of envelopes in his hand.
I frown at him as he says, "here's your mail," he hands it to me but I keep my hands in my pockets.
"You know the drill about my mail," I reminded him. Always throw 'em out was my rule. I didn't care who they were from or what they were. This way I didn't have to hear from anyone back in Italy; even if they tried.
"Well, this one begs not to be thrown," he raised a brow, picking one red, thick envelope and handing it to me. I tensed at the sight of the seal, an Italian emblem from our company of course. Just the sight of it makes me want to strangle myself.
I took it with hesitation, scanning it for any other name than mine but found nothing.
What could they possibly want from me now?
Deciding not to argue for much, I dropped my hand, waving Axel away to throw the other junk letters as I headed to my room. I slammed the door close, locking it before hastily ripping the packet open. There, I find a letter addressed to me, written in Italian with more than enough problems to be dealt with:
Dear Mr. Sorrentino
I hope this letter finds you well. This comes to you in the light of recent events here in Sorrentino Enterprises. As you know, so long as your father passed, the company has been held by your uncle, Alejandro. However, as of March this year, abnormalities have been detected within our contacts and we are afraid we may need you back here. Your holdings and the company itself are facing threats bigger than we had imagined in your father's lifetime. And we have our suspects.
The inability to come back here may result in you losing your holdings in the enterprise or being completely cut off. We have too many connections outside Italy and I'm afraid that's starting to cost us more than we could pay for in damage control.
We expect to hear from you by March, if not, then we may have to decide for ourselves.
