The Italian's proposal

Chapter 4

Melody stood still watching the man in front of her, she had no idea that such specimens existed in real life. She was used to seeing them in vanity magazines, those magazines that only showcase rich and beautiful men, sheets and sheets of pure masculinity, wealth, and luxury. Men hand in hand with women who wore clothes more expensive than a car.

“Hello? Can you speak?” the man made her react with his heightened level of sarcasm. “Can I have my coffee now, or are you going to stare at me for ten more minutes? If it’s the latter, let me know so I can sit down.”

The man was irritating.

Was nothing in life perfect? Melody blinked a couple of times and watched as the man smiled.

With perfect, white teeth, typical of someone who exuded so much power and money.

“Your coffee will come out when I’m done with the others,” Melody turned back to the machine and waited for the small shot of coffee.

She had to call Doyle back to get a technician, otherwise they were going to lose customers.

The coffee shop had a lot of regular customers, the kind you could tell just by looking at them, they were repeat customers, old men visiting old Doyle’s business.

“Are you always this annoying?”

“Whenever a man because he has money wants to walk past those already on shift.”

The customers still at the bar looked from one to the other, as if it were a fight.

Although Melody was awfully close to going over the giant’s head with a demolisher.

She smiled at her own wild thought.

“Great. Now she’s laughing to herself,” the man spoke again, and Melody couldn’t ignore him.

It was automatic with her; she always had an answer for everything. That’s why she’d had so much trouble with her parents. She’d been a talkative teenager.

“I laugh at your pushiness.” It wasn’t true, but at least she could still incentivize the man to get upset.

The Mr. Money, for some reason irritated her son immensely, and if the saying that who you hate in pregnancy, like him your child will turn out, would that be true, for Melody would love for her son to have those beautiful eyes.

She delivered the last of the coffees and packed up the order of butter rolls and muffins and dispatched two of the customers at the counter.

“I did not come with arrogance. You, young lady halfway through puberty, you’ve put me in this mood,” he squinted, and Melody watched as tiny wrinkles set in the corners of his eyes.

Melody’s life was based on going back and forth from work to home, if anything going to the supermarket or pharmacy for a pill for her puking, which had never worked out for her, and yet she kept shopping for them in hopes to stop expelling everything that touched her stomach, there were times when food didn’t even make it to her stomach, it just came back up from her throat.

So, when that Mr. Money walked into the cafeteria, Melody had unconsciously decided to have some fun at his expense and in the process, refresh her eyesight.

“I’m not a young girl halfway through puberty,” she refuted, pouring his coffee.

The chauffeur or bodyguard, or ass licker, whatever, was still standing behind the rich guy watching the door, as if a war were going to break out at any moment, it would be funny to see a pregnant Melody hitting the rich guy with a butter bun.

“That’s what it looks like. Can I have my coffee now? If you keep looking at it like that, it’s highly likely to explode on you.”

“I’ve been dealing with this stuff for a while. I’m not going to let you...”

Just as she finished the sentence, as she handed him the coffee, Melody felt a cramp in her belly, and automatically dropped the coffee to grab where it hurt.

splashing everything around

ruined my shirt! I have a meeting in less than half an hour!” he exploded peeling off

die from the

the man, worried, and upset.

walked over to the cream-colored phone hanging on the wall, it wouldn’t dial calls outside the coffee shop

her boss to answer,

cold sweat coming down her forehead and the Italian behind her didn’t help.

out the air

it’s me,” she

wrong? Too many customers?”

her brain could generate in a hurry, shifting her weight from one

morning girl, you can’t leave me in the lurch. I need you down there...” As Doyle talked about commitments and responsibilities, Melody took a

longer in pain, no more than a menstrual pain normally hurts, but, still, she wasn’t going to neglect herself and stand there, not knowing if her son was

contact with was her older sister, the only one

by the man’s chatter. “Listen to me! I need a cab, call a cab company...

have imagined, and tears

a hand on her shoulder and looked back, still holding the

“I’ll take you.”

the

“No,” she said.

with you? Hold on, I’ll be right

the call and Melody placed the phone on the wall.

again, his eyes were bright, darker, and Melody had the luxury of thinking they were the prettiest eyes that had ever looked at her. It wasn’t

can’t put him in that position,” she looked down at the coffee-soaked shirt and blushed, she had ruined his suit, his impeccable suit. She was sure it must be worth a fortune; one she

the weight off what happened. “You seem more

can’t put you on that. You already

it

gone from being a despicable man, to becoming a

out of his

Have them go to work without me.” The driver/assistant made the requested call and nodded when all was affirmative on the other end of the

hospital. I don’t know you at all. I don’t know who you are. I appreciate the offer and the trouble, I can even take your shirt to the cleaners, although I’m sure as you said

you always talk non-stop?” he asks interrupting her and smiling amused at the

a red ball on my

a red ball

white blouse stained with coffee droplets, which

“Great.”

few little drops of coffee are nothing compared to my shirt. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

put her hand to her cheek which was starting

on her blouse. She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to

to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you.

remember what the hell the

little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in

air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to panic. “But what? Timothy? What happened? Did Melody get your coffee all

exclaimed offended.

you don’t mind. You can tell her to let me take her to the

pregnant,” Melody emphasized every word. The man had

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