If only he loved me too

Chapter 22: twenty two

"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.

I sigh in frustration and take a deep breath, hoping it would calm 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 not a Price, if he

was not Robert's grandson then why pretend? Is it something else? What am I missing? All these

questions were making me dizzy.

All these questions were wearing me out. So, after a lot of self- arguments, I focused on 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

mansion in Rio which is a clear insult to my face if I don't take it personally.

Letting out some frustrating groan I sit on my couch and browse through my emails, decided to get

pending work done I drown in it, it was also a very effective way to distract myself from all the

unanswered question that was going around in my head and there was only one person who could

answer those.

I was too 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 leave distressed with no call or a simple text from the

person in question.

I kept looking at my phone for Peter's call or a text assuring me that Massimo is ready to meet, 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 in but this time it was dead silent, I was scared

wondering if something bad had happened to him.

"Oscar? Baby where are you?" I ask while taking off my heels and turned the lights on

I squeak in a very un-ladylike surprise to see Massimo sitting on my couch with My Oscar purring like a

cat in his lap.

Traitorous dog

I place my hand on my racing heart trying to calm down. I lean on the door trying to control my

shivering body, the impact he 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 prey.

"I see you got my 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 from him, I was too aware of his intense stare on my body

making me feel naked

I cleared my throat nervously for six years and this guy 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 interest.

I stared 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 don't go unnoticed by him more over his eyes turned a darker shade,

his body oozed pheromones like a man in heat, attracting it's female.

"What do you want Erica?" He asked with his deep voice, a shiver went down my back. He doesn't

know only he has the power to do that to me with just his voice, which made me wonder what other

things he could do to me if permitted, but something tells me he doesn't need permission, he is a type NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

of a man that can bend you over if he wishes to.

I lick my dry lips almost forgetting my main purpose of inviting him over was not to take actions on my

deep suppressed desires but to investigate his action on his grandfather's company

"It's about The price enterprise?" I say more like a question. He raised his dark brow in question

amused with my nervousness

"What about it?" He asked patting Oscar while sitting up straighter on the couch, he spread his long

legs as he sits comfortably on my couch. He was taunting me I knew that, trying to seduce me into not

talking about what he did.

"I saw Robert today" I sighed recalling his devastated expression " He looked so broken Dimitri" the

name slipped out. His expression turned pissed and his hands turned to fists

"I'm sorry, old habits I guess" I cough awkwardly trying not to look as weak as I feel.

"That was not a question, Erika, " he said impatiently still pushed with my slip of words, I don't know

why it is bothering him so much, everyone has been calling him Dimitri all his life.