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Once she realizes that you’re just a fucking playboy and she’s just one of the passing girls —she’s going to run back to me! I’m always here for her. That’s how it’s been and that’s how it always will be. She hasn’t been with anyone apart from me and you — what you guys have is lust not love , nothing else. Dude—g et your shit together before you threa ten me , you stupid British fuck!” he yelled and huffed angrily before storming out of the room.
         Once he left, I felt helpless. What Sienna and I have—it’s more than that. I knew it —my heart knows it—my soul knows it. I felt it with her kisses and the way she looked at me . I tried to convince myself that what Kyle said didn’t bear any fruit.
          I stood in the middle of the room staring at her decadent po rtrait and looked for answers. As if her eyes can tell me all her hidden secrets. How I wish I knew what they were.
         “I took a hold of her arm and linked it to mine and lightly tugged her to follow me out of the room and headed towards the gallery office .
         I needed to be with her. I needed confirmation that she’s mine and that she won’t ever leave me. I remembered hop ing that she would love me the way that I loved her.
         Memories of that nig ht tugged something inside . My eyes started to tear and I immediately composed myself. I profusely cursed her portrait profusely before I headed towards the bathroom .
         Call me a masochist, but I needed to see her face once in awhile. My heart is turning into a sinister dark ice, stone cold and black. I needed to be reminded—even for a second—that I once loved fully and fiercely with no boundaries . Glimpses of the future I once yearned for with her. T he limited time I spent with her was the happiest I’ve ever been since my parents were taken away from me.
         I knew I fucked up when I didn’t tell her about the arranged marriage . But s he could’ve at least stayed, listened and given me the opportunity to fully explain myself . But she didn’t—that’s why I hate her. Her rejection when I proposed on the pavement in Covent Garden will forever be tattooed in my memory. I hate her for jumping ship.
         I’ m going to expand what my grandfather’s father built. I’m going to exceed everyone’s expectations and then some. I’m exceptional in what I do. I t ’ s the only thing I have a control of , its outcome, its future.
         Stepping out of the steam shower, I walked over to the medium-sized walk-in closet adjacent to the bathroom. The call from my uncle’s wife, Seraphina, baffled me. If my uncle wanted to talk, he could’ve called himself. Was he sick?
         Both of my maternal grandparents died before I was even born . After mum died, he was the only relative I was close to in my mother’s side. I’ m close enough with my uncle, Luciano Vittori , my mother’s only brother . We catch up once or twice a year. He’s a busy man as well. He runs the family vineyard in Tuscany. Luciano and Seraphina used to be such a happy couple, they once reminded of my parents . But all that changed when my seventeen year old cousin, Alessandro, crashed his brand new Lamborghini in to a tree going one hundred twenty miles per hour on a curve d road. A unt Seraphina died that day as well. She was never the same. The sunny person turned solemn and bitter.
         I dressed in light blue dress shirt and black trousers. I needed a shave but I don’t have the time to do so .
         I need to get to Rome as soon as po ssible and get this over with.
         The past two weeks have been such a nightmare. The news about Chad’s suicide attempt took a toll on my sleep. I kept going in circles about his actions. The lively man who was once robust and full of life decided he no longer wanted to live. When I saw him earlier, I became angry. Why didn’t any of us see this? Were we that selfish that we couldn’t see our