PIETRO GIACOMETTI
In this moment, it felt like a ray of sunshine was standing right before me. It had been eight years, nine months, 14 days and seven hours since we had last been this close, since we had stood in the same room together, looking at each other.
All these years I had been watching her from afar and although I could see her, she never saw me, she never looked at me and these pretty, bluish eyes of hers never looked in mine like she was doing right now.
I picked one of the bouquets of tulips beside me and got up to my feet. I watched as her gaze followed my movement, an action that had her looking up at me.
She hadn’t grown much taller than the last time I held her close. I wanted to hold her in this moment, hold her fucking tightly and breathe her in, hear her voice and feel her skin brush against me.
I wanted every part of her that made her Caily, that made her Peaches.
I walked up to her as she remained stunned in the middle of the room. Stopping in front of her, I bent to look at her face and I almost lost my senses at how much just being close to her did to me.
If I ever thought I was crazy over Peaches these past few years, then I was wrong. The real craziness was in this moment and I could feel every pulse in me, every fibre of my being just wanting to lose control.
“Peaches.” I called her name and me calling her name seemed to finally pull her out of her stunned moment.
She pulled away from me quickly, taking several steps back as her look of confusion cleared up completely and anger filled her pretty face.
“What the hell is this?” She gritted out and I straightened up.
“Mr. Homes.” she called out to my lawyer who was standing a little behind her.
I watched as Caily walked over to him, stubborness in every of her step and damn, she looked fucking adorable. She grabbed a copy of the signed document from him and I watched as she pulled the tape off my name.
“Mr. Pietro Giacometti!” She said my name like it disgusted her to even mention it. But it was only going to be a matter of time before she’d be moaning that same name. That, I was sure of.
“I am leaving!” She stomped her heels on the floor and turned to leave but Homes stood in front of her, stopping her.
“I am sorry, Miss. Galileo but you already signed the document. You have to live here for the next two weeks.” He informed her.
“No! You tricked me into signing that document! I am not going to stay here with this monster because I was tricked into signing some document!” Caily raised her voice and I groaned, throwing my head back and inhaling sharply.
Her voice was everything. Over the phone, she had sounded sexy, beautiful, enchanting but hearing her voice so closely now…
Fuck! I was going to spot a hard-on from just hearing her voice. Alright, hell, I had gotten hard the moment she had walked into this place.
“I didn’t trick you into signing the document, Miss. Galileo. I explained carefully that my client wished to remain anonymous and you agreed to it…”
“You didn’t tell me your client was this man!” Caily pointed her finger back towards me.
“That’s the point of anonymity.”
“You told me he was 45. This monster behind me isn’t 45!” She was calling me a monster yet again. But just like nine years ago, I had accepted that I was a monster but only to the others. Never to her.
“Is there proof I said so, Miss. Galileo?” Homes questioned and Caily went silent with stunned surprise on her face. She looked to me and then back to Homes.
“Homes.” I called his name sternly and shot him a deathly gaze that made him cower slightly in front of Caily.
“Leave.”
“Yes sir.”
The living room turned a bit quiet as Homes pulled his things together and exited the place, leaving just Peaches and I in the room in a few seconds.
The mere fact that the both of us were in the same fucking space, fucking alone and that she was fully aware of my presence fucking excited me. It excited me more than I thought it would.
She turned to face me and I watched her lips move as she tried to speak. Her lips… My Peaches’ lips.
Her body was all in front of me. Years of fucked up fantasy, years of craving her like a fucking drug and she was finally right here in front of me.
“I am leaving. I can’t stay here or anywhere with you.” She shook her head.
“You are legally bound, Peaches. Are you going to go against the contract?” I asked and noticed that she was especially avoiding looking at my face.
I walked the few steps that separated us and bent over again. Fuck… Her height was so fucking cute, even with her heels on.
“I…” She tried to find words.
“You planned all this, didn’t you? You planned it all, right? The site and me coming over here? You planned it all, right?” She asked.
“Quite right.” I affirmed, finding no point is denying it.
“You have been stalking me” she accused and I furrowed my brows slightly.
“Stalking you? You have a way of making my sweetest actions seem like the actions of a jerk. I was only watching over you, Peaches.”
“Why, ugh? Why?” She moved a step closer to me in a daring manner and it made my lips curl up with a small smirk. Her getting closer to me was quickly become my new fucking favourite thing.
“Because I love you and because you belong to me, Peaches. Everyone watches over what belongs to them, don’t they?.” I said the words smoothly and moved my free hand to her face.
“Look at me, Peaches.” I said to her, lowering my voice and she slowly and hesitantly looked into my eyes. As soon as our gaze fixated, I saw her pretty eyes soften.
Her facials softened along and she looked at me with the look I was used to, the look I wanted to fucking have from her. She looked at me like I was a human and I felt my heart unclench with a kind of relief I had not felt in years.
But the next second, her gaze hardened and she pulled her face out of my grasp.
“I do not belong to you! I have never belonged to you and I never will!” She raged angrily.
“No. You have always belonged to me and you always will. Right from the very first moment I laid my eyes on you, you have belonged to me, Peaches.”
“Before this contract, we have had one agreement in the past.” I straightened up and pulled on a quite professional look.
“An agreement that you would do anything I want if I help you on that day we first met. You have always wanted to know what your side of the deal would be and tonight, I’d let you know exactly what your side of the deal is.”
She looked at me with toughened concentration, folding her arms underneath her chest and trying to hide the curiosity in her bright, beautiful eyes.
“Your side of the deal is simple. Your side of the deal is belonging to me, being mine, being the only woman in my fucked up life. So, what do you say? Are you ready to complete your part of the deal now?”