If only he loved me too

Chapter 32: thirty two

Massimo was driving me somewhere, it wasn't like I was obediently sitting still while he drove off to

some fantasyland, no I did everything I could do to open the door or possibly a window but the limo

didn't budge.

"We're here, " he announced like it was very normal to kidnap someone again of their will and hold

them, hostage. I ignored him, he came around my door and pulled it open. I tried pushing him and

running but no a wail he was too strong "don't do anything stupid, it's not gonna work anyway," he

mocked me with utter amusement.

He pulled me by my waist and threw me on his shoulder like no big deal. I punched his back and kept

kicking him but it was extremely depressing to say that he probably didn't even feel it. Giving up I

observed my surroundings and to my surprise, it was our house, the house he got me when we were

married this can't be good.

The memories in this house were too much to bere, this is the place I realized that I was head over

heels in love with him and he wasn't, it hurt my ego more than my heart because I knew he wouldn't

feel the same way yet I still tried and failed.

He opened the door and walked inside with me handing over his shoulder. He threw me on the couch, I

took my chance and ran to the door and tried opening it but the asshole had the doors locked, I could

decode the locks but it could take some time and the way he was watching me amused I knew my

chances of getting out were next to zero. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I groaned in frustration and walked to sit on the couch, he walked towards the kitchen and yelled

"drinks?" I followed him and crossed my arms

"Why am I here, Massimo?" I asked he pushed around the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine, he pours

our drinks and came towards me, he offered me a glass which I declined/ignored his eyes fell over my

hands and his eyes turned a darker shade of grey

I look over myself and blush deep red with embarrassment and let my hands fall to my sides. I clear my

throat to get his attention away from my breasts

"We need to talk about that phone call" he simply says sipping wine lazily

I huff " a little too late don't you think?" I lean on the wall to have a better look at his face that was

observing my every move like a hawk

He gulps down his wine in one go and places the glass on the kitchen counter and walks towards me

losing his tie and unbuttoning his blazer and getting rid of it, he started to uncuff his shirt and rolled it on

his arms. That single action had me so hot and bothered not even men in leather pants had that effect

on me. He did all that without losing eye contact, the tiny smirk on his face said that he noticed my

reaction to his striping session.