If only he loved me too

"Hello?"

"I need to see Massimo" I demand pacing around my office running my hand through my hair

"What- how did you get this number?" Peter asked confused probably looking at his phone

"That's not important, I need to talk to him," I say with a hint of desperation in my voice but I don't let it show

"I'm not his bitch, I don't know where he is," he said annoyed with this conversation already

" You are, just tell him I want to meet" with that I hang up before he could protest or call my bluff

After I met with Robert, I had no idea what was going on, his actions towards the company clearly explain that he is not back for me as much of a surprise it is, please detect the sarcasm. But why the hell would he attack his own company, I mean he was the main reason the company has had its glory but now it was down into crumbles.

my racing heart. I started thinking about the time when I was at his house in Rio. He told me about his family, he was

getting some work done, glancing at my table a thought crossed over my mind that maybe I should start packing, maybe I will b removed from my job? Maybe be it was better to drop off he left me, kicked me out of the

a very effective way to

deep into my work that I didn't realize what time it was until my PA came knocking down my door. Bidding goodbyes and good nights I leave, I

or at least talk. Sighing in disappointment I open the door of my apartment and was met with silence, my dog usually greets me at the door as soon as I walk

ask while taking off

un-ladylike surprise to see Massimo sitting on my couch with My Oscar

Traitorous dog

has on me is still a wonder to me too, I watch him staring at me like some kind of meal, his deep intense eyes observe me like a predator watching its

message, looks like he is your bitch after all," I say placing my keys in the bowl trying to act cool and confident, and sat across

still has me shaking nervously " I - 'm sure you are wondering why I wanted to see you" I didn't get a reply but his eyes say I have his attention, they flickered with

at him a little not much has changed during the past year, he looks dashing as ever in his intense black suit and white undershirt his dark hair perfectly styled, I gulp nervously suddenly feeling too dry in my throat. My actions