CAILY GALILEO
With a chest heavy with self guilt, I walked into my workplace. I was glad that Pietro wasn’t stopping me from going to work. Knowing him, he could have attempted that but he didn’t and I was glad about that.
It would have been another headache to argue forth and back with him on going to work or not. I had effectively avoided him since the morning encounter.
And if I could, I would ignore and avoid myself too. I would ignore the silly part of me that allowed him to brush his fingers against my pussy, I would ignore the part of me that sat on the floor in my room and rubbed her pussy and nipples until she came, moaning his name and crying out that she hated him.
I sighed softly as I settled into my seat. I dropped my bag on my desk and opened my bag, bringing out my phone and a few other accessories.
I did a quick arrangement of my desk, an action that I engaged in when I was in the mood to procrastinate work a little.
I looked over to Trisha’s desk. She wasn’t there but looking at it a little more closely, I realized that Trisha’s things had been packed up in a carton box.
My brows furrowed as I got up on my feet and walked over to her desk. Trisha had packed up her stuffs.
I stood by her desk, eyes slightly narrowed but I didn’t have to keep the questioning gaze for a long while because it only took a few seconds for the noise of heels clicking to fill my ears.
I turned sharply on my heels and saw Trisha approaching me. She avoided my gaze almost instantly, double affirming that she had really been in on all of this.
She knew the link was going to lead me to Pietro.
“Caily.” she called my name in a forcefully cheerful manner.
“Trisha.” I called her name, my voice low and soulful. She walked past me to her desk and I looked at her as she stood by her carton box.
“How much did he pay you?” I found myself asking a quite direct question.
“Caily” she called my name, the guilt now evident in her voice.
“I…” she moved two steps closer to me and reached for my hands.
“I… Look to the bright side, Caily. He loves you and he is willing to spend any amount on you. That man is a billionaire and you are in need of a couple thousands. Thousands are nothing for that man, you can get it from him. I… I wasn’t trying to harm you.”
“You manipulated me, Trisha. I… I wouldn’t have accepted that link if I knew about all of these.”
“And that is exactly why we kept it hidden from you…. Alright.” she pulled her hands off mine.
“I am most certainly not a good friend and there will be no point in trying to justify my actions. I did things a friend should not do…”
“Wait. Things? What more did you do?” I cut her off, finding the use of ‘things’ suspicious.
“Uhm… Nothing more. But I am not a good friend to you. I… I will just come out plain to you. I didn’t come to this place to come work or anything. He sent me here and since he now has you, my job here is done. But listen to me, Caily, he loves you. That man is obsessed with you and he will do anything for you. That man will freeze hell over for you and he will turn heaven into hell of if that’s what you wish for. I… I have seen and known different types of people but I have never seen a man as obsessed as Pietro Giacometti is with you. He will do anything and everything for you. Take that to your advantage, Caily.” she said and moved back two steps.
I just watched as she lifted her carton box up, walked past me and headed out of the establishment.
My knees felt weak and I grabbed onto the seat that once belonged to Trisha. I settled into the seat, almost not believing the things I had just heard.
To have a man like Pietro Giacometti in love with you was a curse. It could never be a blessing. People like Pietro Giacometti could never love normally or properly.
I sighed so heavily that my heart hurt for a second. If Trisha had been set by Pietro to be by my side, then how many people were truly real around me? Were there other people who were also set up by Pietro to be beside me?
I raked my hands through my hair and ruffled it gently, trying to calm the storm currently in my head.
Again, the question I had been asking myself for a while now popped into my head.
How could any man love for so long? Was this love? Or was this some…
I ended the questions when two of my coworkers walked in. I immediately covered up with that faux smile and got up on my feet.
“Oh, Trisha left?” The guy asked.
“Yes, she left this morning” I replied, walking over to my own desk.
“Oh, such a pity. She was a quite lovely soul and the both of you were quite good friends. You will miss her a lot. You have any idea why she suddenly left?”
“No, I have no idea why she left.” I replied awkwardly and conclusively before moving quietly to my desk.
I sat and opened up a document on my computer casually, just wanting to get myself busy as soon as possible.
Hours Later
I was in the cafeteria, taking a dessert and a cup of americano. Unlike several other days when I would have my lunch breaks with Trisha, I was sitting alone at my table today and I knew I would be sitting at my table in the following days too.
I took a bite of the desert and I couldn’t help but notice that it was even more nicely made.
“Wow.” I took another bite quickly and my eyes lit up in glee.
“Why is it so good today?” I stuffed my mouth with more of it.
Ordinarily the desserts served here were quite good but today? They tasted like literal heaven.
I tucked my hair behind my ear, taking hasty bites.
“Gently there so you don’t choke.” I heard a familiar masculine voice that made me stiffen in my seat. My teeth stopped moving for a few seconds a d I slowly raised my head up to find Dylan in front of me.
“Dylan? What are you doing here?” I swallowed what I had in my mouth and immediately shot the question at him with a fierceness I had zero ideas I had.
“To talk to you better.” He replied, taking the seat opposite me.
“I do not want to talk to you.” my confidence was definitely a little bit more than it would usually was.
Maybe it was because I was already disturbed by all that had been happening but I found it easier to show my annoyance and found it harder to put on my signature faux smile.
“I know you don’t want to but we have to. And I know you are mad at me too. Thinking back to it, I was really really wrong that night. It was our first date in a while and I had just thrown it off that way, of course it would have pissed you off. I should not have left for any reason.”
I suppressed an eye roll.
“I understand that you are pissed at me and I will do whatever you want me to do just to get you to be happy with me but first, you need to get out of Pietro’s home. You need to stop living with him like right now. You don’t know what type of man he is.”
“I know what type of man he is and I also know what type of man you are. And again, it is not about you making me happy over again. I just do not want this anymore, Dylan and you appearing in front of me over and over again will not make me change my mind about this. Just… just go for the woman you love.”
“Alright, alright. I will be honest with you, Caily.” he reached his hands across the table, motioning me to give my hands to him but I didn’t.
“We were preparing a surprise for you.” He suddenly said and my response was to raise a brow at him.
“It was my plan for us to finish the dinner and then move on to the surprise I had for you. I wanted that night to be perfect and Kate was supposed to help me with planning the surprise but there was an issue at the last minute and that was why she had called me. I… I left so I could get it fixed up.”
My lips slowly pressed into a thin line, looking at his face carefully and trying to detect any signs of lies on his face. I couldn’t detect any but I still knew I could not believe him.
“You are lying to me.” I accused him.
“I am not lying to you, Caily. I will never lie to you. I love you a lot, just… just go back home or move in with me. Just leave Pietro’s home please.” His eyes were begging, his brows pulled in a desperate look.
“You are really… you are really telling the truth?”
“Caily.” he got up from his feet and walked over to me. He crouched beside me and took my hand in his.
“I love you and that night was supposed to be our night but it’s still all my fault… I could have planned things better and I would not have had to leave you alone that night. I deserve everything you have said to me and I deserved to be ignored but please, Caily. Forgive me and leave Pietro, please” His eyes pleaded and I felt my heart softening as I looked into his begging eyes.
I wanted to accept him back but guilt seeped into me instantly. I could not accept Dylan back, not after what I had done with Pietro.
“No. No. This won’t work anymore.” I rushed my words and got up on my feet.
I turned and hurried away from Dylan. I could not accept him back after I have cum to the thoughts of another man, to the voice of another man and even cum in his arms.
No. I Can’t.
“I can’t. I can’t.”