Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 32

 

“I'm moving and not to my parents”, I've decided.

“A sofa?”

“As wide as possible.”

“Do you want to have a meeting with many people or where to lie down to sleep when you feel like a nap? Oh sorry.”

It is not Lydia's business that I came to this place because my private life, which seemed to be the only thing I could have one hundred percent control of, has turned into chaos, but if I can be sure of one thing, it is that today she is the closest person I have in terms of friendship.

Hell, I can't stop regretting the day I left the girls' WhatsApp group because they were talking about topics. I already felt "overcome" with topics like boys, resumes, debates about where they would go next weekend and final exams that I I gave up a long time ago.

That's how it all started. Or we started everything, separating ourselves from our people, but he always maintaining a healthy stability with his people, which bothered me. Perhaps because she envied him?

"Yes," I say at last, "I think I'll do both, so I'll need heavy, dark curtains for a better rest and easy opening for sunlight in a good wake up, all that you entrust to the designer, okay?" 

“It's okay. But… is everything okay? Forgive me for asking, I just can't help but notice if I see that maybe, I don't know, you may need someone to talk to, Iggi.”

“I…thank you for being genuine. Maybe one of these nights we'll go for a few drinks after leaving the workshop.”

"Sure," she smiles at me.

And she heads for the door.

However, before opening it, it suddenly opens on its own… With someone on the other side who almost slams her against the wall.

We both get terribly scared when the guy walks into my office.

Leonard is here.

And I regret having my bags in sight, oh no! He'll realize I'm through with Joshua! And that not only goes against my principles but also has a lot of influence on his part, I'm not ready yet to show myself vulnerable in front of him.

He rebukes me head-on, ignoring Lydia's presence:

“Answer the damn phone, Gigi.”

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"I do what I'm supposed to do, even though you have no idea how much I care about you."

"You can't come in here like it's nothing!"

“It's my company!”

"It’s mine too!"

“So you're mine too and you have to answer my fucking phone. Since the morning I've been trying to contact you!”

"But what's going on so bad that you do this to me? Get out of my office now!”

"S...ma'am, do you want me to leave?" Lydia says, treating me like her boss, which is supposed to give me authority in the face of the insane acts that Leonardo Ferrari commits when he gets in here.

"No," I reply, "call the police."

She herself seems to be surprised by my indication.

"Don't make a damn show of this," Leonardo warns me.

“You're getting in and invading my space, besides insulting me and chasing me, I'm not amused at all!”

"Then answer my calls, don't you see that those paintings could screw up your life forever if you receive them!"

I frown, confused.

Why would such a thing have to happen? What do you mean by that, I absolutely don't agree with him wanting to proceed like that with me, I'm not going to let him walk all over me getting into my life like that!

"Tell your dear wife to put those paintings where they fit best," I blurt out with total seriousness.

"That would be an option as long as she didn't want to ruin your life to do it to me."

I blink, even more puzzled.

“What are you talking about?”

"Ma'am, should I call the police?" Lydia asks, to confirm and reminding me in the meantime that she's still here.

I look at her seriously and shake my head.

"Don't do it," I say. “But stay close in case I need you, come down for a minute, will you?”

"Sure," she nods tensely.

Leonnado also speaks to her “Thank you for taking care of Gigi.”

She seems to finally walk away confused at the idea of ​​whether or not to have to respond to his words.

"What's wrong?" I snap at him at last. “And please stop calling me that, I'm not Gigi, you know my real name.”

And because reminding me of that invention only manages to make me feel like a traitor, even though I wasn't the only one who screwed the other party over during that little trip to Milan.

“I can't, for me you are and will always be Gigi.”

“You are completely crazy.”

"You've driven me crazy and she's found out."

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