Chapter 73
Alessandro's POV
Before I could minimise the document page on my laptop's screen, my phone beeped with a call.
It was an email from one of my business partners. Matthew Bianchi.
I tapped on the email icon and read through.
It was his assistant messaging me instead.
~Mr DeMarco, my boss has decided to shift the date of meeting to today, 10AM. We kindly apologize for the inconvenience.~
I scoffed, slamming my phone on the desk as I brushed my fingers through my hair.
Funny enough. I was the one who needed the collaboration most.
So that gave him to effrontery to switch dates without my consent though.
That way, I stride into my walk-in closet and pick up a piece of tuxedo suit and matching pants.
I styled my hair and put on my Rolex wristwatch. The air is filled with the giving scent of my expensive cologne.
I should look presentable.
I met Gianni at the hallway and he took my briefcase from me as we both walked to the garage.
During the ride, I kept thinking about Ameila. The meeting was urgent and I couldn't go check what she was doing with that lady.
I checked the time. It was just 9:45AM. There was fifteen minutes left.
I turned to look at Gianni whose gaze was fixed outside the window. He seemed lost in thought and that made my mind wander to what Amelia had said days ago.
"What's up with you and your... girlfriend?" I asked, watching him through the corner of my eye.
"We….broke up."
I grinned. I wasn't surprised.
Gianni has never been good with commitments.
But the love between he and Vesper seemed genuine.
"Why? Because you couldn't take the child?" I asked, finally settling my gaze in him.
He looked shocked.
"How….did you get to know? Did s..she come to you?"
I sighed, fixing my wristwatch to rest perfectly around my wrist.
"If you weren't ready for a child then you should've used a condom." I said, taking a cigarette stick out from my pocket. ", you've made things so complicated and it's...so bad."
Gianni scoffed, unbuttoning his shirt. ",she should've known better. Protecting herself from getting pregnant wouldn't be a bad idea, would it?"
I took a long puff, blowing the smoke out through my nose. "Even when you forgot to? You should've reminded yourself of the results of thrusting without condom. You think you're impotent or something?"
"Boss. I don't just want a baby right now. I don't even want a family." He complained.
"What happens to her then?"
"We can only get back together when the pregnancy is out of it."
I chuckled, "what if I say it stays?"
He gasped in surprise, turning to look at me. The look on my face was stern and Gianni knew better.
I would've have accepted the child too if I were in his shoes but I knew I wouldn't be so stupid and careless as that.
"You know I don't do committments."
"But you do fucking and cumming?"
He pursed his lips and shut his eyes, reeling in frustration.
"This would have never happened if you had taken precautions so now that she's pregnant, I insist you admit being the father of the child and stop speaking about abortion." My words were final and he knew I meant them.
"B….but?"
"No buts." I raised my index finger , cutting him off. "There's a lot of work ahead so you just focus and stop rambling."
The car remained silent though my mind was filled with thoughts of Amelia.
I had started to miss her face and I wondered how I could get her off my mind.
It's impossible. I...give up.
"It's nice to see you here, Mr DeMarco." Matthew beamed, stretching his hands forward for a handshake.
I took it with a smile as I sat.
I didn't like anything about this guy and the fact that he has connections with Russo annoyed me a whole lot.
Let's just get this over with.
"I received an email from your assistant earlier. Is there any reason behind the time shift?" I raised my brows, fixing the cufflinks on my sleeves.
This action seemed to put a smile in Matthew's face and my face grew stoic as I wondered what was so amusing about it.
Our faces met and his smile grew.
"I…" I wanted to speak but paused when I remembered Matthew Bianchi was gay.
I thought the news flying around were fake until today.
But unfortunately, I was straight and won't be interested in sucking dicks.
Maybe I could just use this as an advantage 'cause he seemed to have a crush on me already.
"Stunning." Matthew commented, the corner of his lips rising into a smirk. "I...am so impressed by your looks, DeMarco. Never thought you were this beautiful until we met face to face. The photos don't show the total beauty."
"I thought we were going to discuss about the transactions?" I flashed a scrutinising look at him, playing dumb as if I didn't know what he wanted. "Are we really doing this? How are we going to seal this when all you do is ogle at me?" I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing them to the side. A few locks dangled at the corners and I just tilted them aside with the tips of my fingers.
Matthew was uncomfortable, not because he didn't like the sight but because he couldn't resist my face.
It was all on intention.
Mathew Bianchi was one stubborn jerk but I guess this would be quite easy since he seemed to be charmed by me.
He whispered some words into his assistant's ear and the latter brought some papers to my side of the desk.
"Please sign the partnership deed. No objections. I'm so much interested in this collaboration." Mathew smiled.
Gianni who seemed to be lost in thoughts ever since now looked at me, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
"This is interesting." He mumbled.
"Maybe we can be partners for life." Matthew stated. "I'm falling deep in love already…"
"With the surveys?" I played dumb. "Ah yes, I got it sent to your email box."
"I guarantee you this is going to be successful." He assured and I nodded.
"Nice one, Bianchi."
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Easy.
I thought the meeting was going to be one full of stubborn negotiations. Thankfully, I was able to buy the jerk's heart and earn his cooperation.
"You might want to have a boyfriend soon." Gianni said as the car's engine roared to life.
I cast a deadly gaze at him and he quickly took back his words.
"Maybe the girls are okay. For now." He added and I hit him on the arm.
"Do you want to die?" I scowled. "He can just look for other gay Mafia men. For now, I would just play along until the deal completely becomes successful."
"But he guaranteed that.."
"Matthew is a fool. You should know he could change his mind."
Getting back to the mansion, Vivianne was already at the living room waiting for me.
I smiled, ruffling her hair as I walked in. "Little devil. What brings you here?"
"Why do you always stop Amelia from coming to me?" She complained, trailing behind me as I moved to take a seat.
"Adults need private moments atimes, Anne."I said, tapping the space beside me. "Just sit and wait here. I'll call her down and we'd all have lunch."
The little devil squinted her brows, hands akimbo.
"Is there something I don't know? Some chemistry forming?"
I pulled her ear and placed her on the sofa. "Have you considered focusing more on reading rather than romance movies? Don't tell me you took your tab off children mode."
"Ugh...so much scolding. Can you ever be a cute man for once."
"Education is priority."
"Says the man who stuck garlic in his armpits so he could have a high temperature and skip school?"
Fuck. Who told her that!
That slack mouth of a sister.
"Just shut up and stop believing fake stories, okay?" I rolled my eyes at her, standing up. "I'll get Amelia now."
Her giggles faded as I moved up the stairs.
I searched my room but Ameila wasn't there. Didn't I tell her not to give back to her room?
So stubborn.
I pushed the door open, looking around but there was no sign of her except for her bra which was lying on the bed.
I looked away, gulping down. Not now please.
I was about to go check the bathroom maybe she was taking a afternoon shower or something but a beep on my phone made me stop.
Matthew, is that you? Maybe I should just slap reality in his face.
My heart dropped to my stomach when I tapped on the sent HD video.
It wasn't fucking Matthew but my own Amelia half naked and tied up.
Who the hell sent this!
Russo!